...OK, it was just 2 planes and a minivan, but close enough. We flew out to Indiana on Thursday and little Sylvie handled her first airplane ride like a pro. Thank goodness for the stickers that kept her occupied. I was so nervous that we would have a screaming child for two hours suffering from ear pains. Luckily, we could convince her to take sips of water as needed by bribing with teddy grahams. I'm not sure if it made a difference, but it gave me peace of mind.
She had fun peaking over the seat to play with Chris and Mark on the way out, and although the gentlemen behind us on the flight home were nice, I think it confused Sylvia that these guys who were trying to read their books weren't quite as responsive to her periodic "Hello" as Aunt Chrissy and Mark had been. By the end of the flight she found a friendly lady in front of us that was more than willing to chat. The worst part of the flights was when we thought one of our bags was lost and the customer service reps were less than helpful. Fortunately, the bag eventually showed up a bit more than fashionably late. Oh well. I'll take a late bag (even a lost bag) over a child in pain any day.
may your heart always be joyful and may your song always be sung... B. Dylan
