The flight home from Miami today went fairly well. The boy had a bit of an ear infection, which we feared could lead to much wailing and gnashing of teeth on his part (mostly wailing since he's several choppers short of a full set). Thankfully, it was not much of a factor and, other than a brief snit, he was a content traveler.
A bit of advice for would be traveling parents: If you're flying with an infant and using frequent flier miles for the trip, it's well worth your while to lay down a few more and upgrade to first class. The extra room comes in handy as does the early boarding and exiting. Plus if the kid doeth protest too much, you can always mix a drop or two of Scotch in the bottle (I kid, I kid).
I'm also proud to say that I've officially joined the Mile High Club.
That's right, I changed a diaper at 38,000 feet. If you think it can be difficult to do your business in a cramped airline restroom, try diapering a baby who isn't anymore happy to be in there than you are. Talk about earning your wings.
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