Yes my friends, judge me if you will, but you try an almost 11 month old on a plane for pit-near 2 hours and feel the anxiety of an unhappy Evan. You too may resort to a (gasp) DUM DUM.
My sister and I have discussed in great length the long list of things our second born children have done, consumed or have been allowed vs. our first borns.
I myself am relishing in the fact that I am cool and didn't lose it on the plane and got about 15-20 mins of joy from the whole damn plane with this one lousy, measly little dum dum.
And I also relish with great joy and gratitude at the fact that I had the opportunity to have this second child. It has opened my eyes to a whole new world. I have just LET GO of so much stuff that just doesn't matter. But when you only have one child so much seems like such a big deal. It is no wonder my sister and I are so different! : ) (I'm the first born and the golden child thank you very much........just kidding Tracy!)
I would also like to send a shout out into the universe to all the wonderful and helpful people who are understanding and caring when they see a woman traveling solo with 2 kids. The woman sitting next to me said, "it's harder on you than on them." A woman got off the plane and as she walked past me as I waited with the kids for my stroller..........."Hey, we've all been there."
And for the record, the kids were amazing. Despite some ear pressure issue induced crying, they rocked. Hey, I don't want to be cooped up for 2 hours on a germ-filled, recycled air cavity either! I am happy to go on the adventure of air travel. I always learn a thing or two about myself and how to navigate through it all e a bit easier for the next journey.
Hey, if brother bro gets one, so do I!