A Short Trip

So we came down to Florida to visit some relatives that haven’t been feeling to well of late. Mostly because they hadn’t met Malcolm and we thought maybe he’d bring some good cheer. Before leaving Connecticut, Malcolm had taken on the nickname of Hurricane Malcolm as the amazing amount of mess he’d leave behind in any given room was truly epic in proportions.

Departure day brought on a fall that produced a small cut on his forehead. With an appropriately placed bandage, we proceeded to the airport. The last time Mac flew on a plane he was six months old and we were taking a six hour flight to California to spend Christmas with Tash’s family. Back then, he didn’t have much of a personality yet and he was pretty good on the plane. We had no idea of what we’d be in store for this time as he’s just over a year and VERY ACTIVE.

We got some good advice from some friends. They told us when they “pre-board” people with small children, for one of us to go on with all the stuff and set up shop and the other to keep the kid off the plane until the very end (this way he runs around and burns off energy before having to sit for a long time). This was pretty easy since my mom was flying with us. She and I went on early and had everything set up by the time Mac & Tash got on at the end.

The flight itself was smooth and uneventful (aside from some heavy turbulence passing through a cloud). Malcolm was good (if a bit loud…he can be very vocal when he wants). And one of the flight attendants recognized us from the Christmas trip and commented on how well behaved a flier he was both times. I hope she didn’t jinx it for the return trip.