Yesterday was my first flight alone with Baby! We survived but we were both pretty tired, which in baby world means fussiness and crying. Okay, it was down right screaming. But only during the take-off and landing. He slept soundly during the majority of the 2-hour flight. The screaming fits were enough for him to become “that baby”. You know, the one known by the entire plane for the amazingly loud screams that can only mean I’m a terrible mother or someone is torturing him. Take your pick. There is nothing worse than a crying, screaming baby, except for maybe a crying, screaming baby on a plane. I tried breastfeeding, teething rings, singing, and bouncing. The lady next to me recommend a cookie or juice, neither of which he yet eats. If anyone has some other suggestions, I’m all ears. We still have to get back home!