Ohio Series- #2 Part B:- "Da Plane, Da Plane"

I am going to keep this blog short and sweet (yeah right) since I am way behind on my bloggings.

I have to remind myself that I need to use this blog as a journal (okay, reality check: this will be Bryce's baby book since I can't seem to find the time to write in it, ever) and if I get too far behind, I will forgot all of the amazingly, wonderful and cute things he has done in the past week and then we may never know what Bryce's favorite food or word or silly face was of the week. (sigh, breathe).

So, we've been in the air for 10 minutes and we've already had to crack open our bag of tricks. Stickers, bubble gum bubbles, puzzles, puke bag in seat pocket (new NTT), books, little Happy Meal toy who's arm flies off when you push a button (lifesaver for at least 10 minutes), FOOD, FOOD, and more FOOD.

I would like to personal thank the person who installed the trays that are in the back of each seat. Very entertaining (and durable, Bryce tested, and approved). He was intrigued with the little latch that holds the trays and would release it and then sign "more" for me to close it again.

AND, I would like to personally apologize to those flight attendants on flight 1236 for all stickers that were left on the trays in rows 28-30.

"Moms, please check all dignity at the door. Thank you."

We let him climb around the seats, we looked out the window at the "bubbles" (clouds), just did pretty much anything to try and keep him from being "That child."

Staring contest. He always beats me.

While we were walking down the aisle to get to the back of the plane, I kept thinking of the Bill Cosby skit, years ago, about a boy on a plane. Jeffrey. Everyone knew who Jeffrey was by the end of the flight.

We absolutely did not want Bryce to be dubbed "Jeffrey."

Overall, Bryce did really well (depending on who you ask of course.) He had a few "episodes," but it's to be expected. I mean, he was only 17 months at the time, new surroundings, new sounds, people and things to explore.

Two hours later, we landed without any major meltdowns.

Except one by Mike.

They forgot his peanuts.

"You people are exhausting"

Unfortunately, we cannot prove that Papa Byrd actually flew on the same flight as us as there are no pictures of him to prove this. Apparently there is no smoking and no cameras permitted in the bathroom. :)

(See, I told you, short and sweet) :)