First flight was a soaring success.  From having a Delta flight attendant behind me going through security, who helped me with the stroller, to the nice older gentleman who held the stroller steady while I plopped Ian in after we deplaned, I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome (hello, open middle seat? That NEVER happens).  He didn’t cry or shit up his back or spit up, took two naps, and didn’t even need to nurse during the descent. He was thoroughly un-bothered by the experience. Here’s to hoping this wasn’t beginner’s luck!

My little traveler.