I have always viewed plane rides as a time to rejuvenate. A time to savor a good book, magazines, movies, music, a nice drink… In spite of all the post 9-11 hassles of air travel, I melt at the captains instructions: “relax, sit back, and enjoy the flight.” And even with our new baby, we have enjoyed flying since she was two and a half months.
Last weekend we took a short holiday to Vancouver. As usual we had picked our flight to coincide with our six month olds’ “Happy Time”. And happy she was, as she sat on her daddy’s lap cooing and cuddling.
Proud and blissful, about to enjoy my airport bought sandwich, I took notice of a passenger ahead of us that kept turning around and shooting glances at my child. I awaited her next glance to return a lovely smile, as to acknowledge her admiration of our perfect little traveler. But after the next “agoo” from BabyUrban, I caught a snake eye directed towards my baby's head from 29 A. I kept watch, and for the next hour and a half, our little darling got over two dozen dirty looks, head shakes, and huffs from Bitchy in the Sky!
My husband, the eternal Zen master, didn’t seem to take note. And even if he did, he would rarely become an accomplis in my need to react. So, when daddy and baby decided to stretch their legs I snapped some photos and vowed to blog it off my chest.
A word to the wise: Be kind! You never know who is watching you. Also, parents do anything for their children to behave gracefully in public. So be generous if you feel momentarily annoyed (especially if you seem to have an unusually low threshold for baby talk), and you’ll be rewarded with good Karma.
p.s. In the interest of good Karma, I will not post a recognizable photo.
Last weekend we took a short holiday to Vancouver. As usual we had picked our flight to coincide with our six month olds’ “Happy Time”. And happy she was, as she sat on her daddy’s lap cooing and cuddling.
Proud and blissful, about to enjoy my airport bought sandwich, I took notice of a passenger ahead of us that kept turning around and shooting glances at my child. I awaited her next glance to return a lovely smile, as to acknowledge her admiration of our perfect little traveler. But after the next “agoo” from BabyUrban, I caught a snake eye directed towards my baby's head from 29 A. I kept watch, and for the next hour and a half, our little darling got over two dozen dirty looks, head shakes, and huffs from Bitchy in the Sky!
My husband, the eternal Zen master, didn’t seem to take note. And even if he did, he would rarely become an accomplis in my need to react. So, when daddy and baby decided to stretch their legs I snapped some photos and vowed to blog it off my chest.
A word to the wise: Be kind! You never know who is watching you. Also, parents do anything for their children to behave gracefully in public. So be generous if you feel momentarily annoyed (especially if you seem to have an unusually low threshold for baby talk), and you’ll be rewarded with good Karma.
p.s. In the interest of good Karma, I will not post a recognizable photo.
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