Monday, October 3, 2011

The Traveling Circus

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I travel for my job. Since finding out that I'm going to be a dad, I've wondered what it will be like navigating the ridiculous security circus with a carry on that drools and poops. It's a pain in the butt already having to pull out my toiletries and laptop, take off my belt and shoes, and then piece myself together on the other side of the "Magic Make the World Safer" machine. Now I'm going to have to do it with a child.

To give this a little context, I consider myself a bit of a travel snob. I like to see if I can best George Clooney's time in 'Up In The Air' when I get to security and I know better than to pick the security line with a stroller or an elderly couple. 

"Some guy with a baby just torched you going through security.  Quit smiling."

I also don't expect everyone to be professionals at it, but for God's sake, you can't carry on a 32 oz. bottle of Suave lotion and a straight razor.

I worry about how I will react when I've been dragging the stroller train through the airport, kid screaming, and get behind the inevitable rookie at the gate who has to dig for their boarding pass. That's your ticket, moron! *breathe* Hopefully I don't react that way, and I'm sure I'll be able to compose myself and tell Junior, "if I ever find out that you didn't have your boarding pass out, I'll disown you". Teaching moment...

If you'd had your boarding pass, we wouldn't have had to hike it little man.

Traveling, specifically flying, with a little one is going to be challenging when it happens. It will test my self-control and my wife's patience. I'm actually writing this blog post while on my way to Chicago, sitting across from the most well-behaved little 2-year-old girl I've ever encountered on a plane. And she keeps smiling at me as if she has some inkling as to what I'm in for.

Have you ever flown with your child? How was that adventure?

2 comments:

  1. Once you get over the initial flight with your child, the following flights are easier. I can't say who was more nervous, Rob or myself. There are so many things that could go wrong: baby spits up, massive poop explosion, dirty looks or comments from passengers, and my favorite the wardrobe malfunction while trying to breastfeed two inches away from the passenger in your row.
    Everything is new and has a whole different view point after your kid is born. You'll learn to take it all in stride...eventually :)

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  2. We flew with both of our kids at a very early age (both were less than 15 months) and quite honestly the biggest PITA was getting through security with them (yes, we were the lone momentum killing family at the front everybody yells at). Actually flying was pretty much a breeze, but our longest flight leg was about 2 1/2 hours.

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