Flying with babies.... some observations

Oscar and I went to see my mother last week in Springfield, MO.  I thought for sure that the karma police were going to get me for all of those times I had complained about babies on airplanes.  I was quite positive that he was going to be a nightmare and I was going to be horribly embarrassed.  Not only did he not cry at all, he even timed his messy diapers so that I wasn't faced with changing them on the airplane!  What a trooper.

Traveling with a baby was interesting.  I discovered a few things:

1. I've never had people be nicer to me.  Seriously.  Not even when I was huge and pregnant were people this nice.

2. I got more random dirty looks from people than I ever have before.  I guess it balances out the niceness.

3. There's no better way to ensure the person sitting next to you will do their best to find a seat ANYWHERE but next to you.  I've never had a really nasty cold work this well.  I swear on the last flight, the guy next to me was willing to give up his first class seat and sit in coach if he didn't have to sit next to me and Oscar.  The flight was full though, so he had to suffer through Oscar's occasional gassy episodes and me fumbling with our belongings.