airplane scenarios

My phone is dead to the world. That may or may not have something to do with Ruby continually putting it in her mouth. Although, it has been slower the last few months (and prior to Ruby's slimy little fingers having access). Good thing we're due for new phones here soon. But until Friday, I'll be phone-less. I feel a little uneasy without my crutch by my side, but I'll manage.

We went to the park with a good friend of mine today and her daughter. We had a picnic lunch and then walked for thirty minutes after. Despite our struggles getting in and out of Subway with two strollers (doors are so hard to maneuver yourself while pushing a stroller), we did well. And hopefully walked off some more of that babyweight. Only, ya know, it's no longer considered baby weight. But what shall I call it? Marriage weight? Doesn't sound as nice to me.

I'm going to be honest and just throw this out there. I am scared to death to take a two hour flight with an eight month old (and didn't she just turn 7 months old?!) If I were to brag (not that I do, but if I did) I would tell you that my baby is the best behaved child you will ever come across. I have witnessed more than one person try and recall a time in which they have ever heard her cry, and these are people we see on a regular basis. Now, she certainly has her moments, but we're so thankful for their rare occurence.

So, why would I even think twice about taking her on a plane you guess?

I have this irrational (rational?!) fear that she is going to take on the role of that baby and you all know which one I'm talking about. The one that screams the entire plane ride, parents are humiliated and doing everything they can short of jumping out of the plane just to shush the child. All persons surrounding said baby have bouncing emotions ranging from all-out pity to complete annoyance. And don't forget the smashing headache from all of the screaming. All passengers go on to tell the story of the dreaded co-passenger to all they encounter in the upcoming week and pray for better luck on the returning flight.

Now, I don't know why this would happen-she is so well behaved that this probably shouldn't even be a worry. But worrying is my natural tendency. This combined with the whole I don't love to fly thing could possibly land me in the psych ward before we even take off. Feel free to ask my opinion on Xanax when we return.

And in the meantime, pray that we don't end up being that family.

In order to [hopefully] avoid aforementioned nightmare scenario, I will be getting some new and fun toys so that she has distractions. Feeding her is always an option too, but I have a feeling that Ms. Busy Body herself will have no interest in that when there are so many things and people to see.

for the record: don't you even attempt to feed Ruby any bananas, lest you receive a look like this. She's not a fan. Still.