Airplane

Dear Brendan –
Hi buddy. You know, your daddy and I have always bragged about what an amazing traveler you are. And we still feel the same way – you are a real trooper putting up with all the changes in your routines. On this trip you loved going to the airport and seeing all of the airplanes. You point up in the air whenever you hear one coming – even if you can’t see it, you know right where to look. You were such a big boy walking through the airport holding our hands – you did your happy little quick step all over the place.

We even went by a store that sold all kinds of dog things, and you went up to hug a big brown stuffed dog that was almost the size of Chelsea. I know you missed her very much.

Then we got on the airplane. You drank your bottle of milk (your steamed Starbucks milk!) and then you settled in for a nap. There was a little girl in front of us screaming her head off, and your Daddy and I were worried she would wake you – but you slept for almost an hour. And then, Mister B – you woke up and you were ready to party. Mommy had brought a bag full of all kinds of toys and distractions. You were happy with that for about 15 minutes. Then you expressed that you are not a baby anymore, you are now a toddler, than you very much – and you needed to move. We went against our original plan, which was to treat the airplane like a car and always keep you in your seat. Maybe that was our first mistake, because once you were out of that thing, you wanted full reign of the plane. First you started flirting with not one, but TWO girls. That little screaming girl? Yeah, she was one of them (and to be fair, she started it by looking back at you…). The other was sitting in back of us, and she was much older. You kept putting your face between the seats to look at her, and luckily she thought you were adorable. At least for the first 20 minutes.

Then you got wiggly. You would not be contained. And this is when we witnessed your amazing saint of a Daddy in action. He walked you up and down that tiny airplane aisle over and over again, and he never got frustrated about it. Not even once. At one point you two were up in the front of the plane so long that I thought you might have taken over for the pilot. Later Daddy told me that you found the crate that held bottles of water, and you spent a bunch of time re-sorting the waters into the empty slots in the crate. Then as people walked up to the bathroom, you would hand them a water. That was so nice of you, peanut. But most of the next three and a half hours looked a lot like this:

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We finally ‘convinced’ you to get back in your seat. I took out a pack of playing cards from my bag of tricks – each one has a different holograph of a dog on it. You thought they were pretty cool, and you and Mommy played with those cards until you finally fell asleep. And at that point you basically stayed asleep until the next morning when you woke up in your very own bed.

I’m not going to lie to you, peanut – that flight was challenging. But here is what I want you to know: when we finally pulled into our garage, I took you out of your car seat and brought you upstairs. When I laid you on the changing table to get your sleeper on, I realized that I had missed looking at your sweet little face on the 45 minute car ride home. I realized in that exact moment, that I loved you even more than I did before we took that flight. I was extra grateful that you are my son. I want you to always and forever know that there is nothing, NOTHING that you can ever do to make me love you any less, or to take away even an ounce of the pride I feel that I get to be your mama. And in fact, with each passing moment, no matter what, I continue to love you even more than I ever have before.

Thanks for a great trip, peanut-
Mommy