Flying with a baby, or LESBIAN HARRY POTTER SEXES UP TWILIGHT HOTTIE ROBERT PATTINSON ON PILE OF LOLCATS WHILE LILO LOOKS ON WITH MONSTER TRUCKS FULL OF CASH. OMG FAIL.
Midweek we take Alex for his first Intercontinental trip. I was in my 30’s before I got to fly over the ocean, this kid is so spoiled. 😉 We’re getting our vows renewed and christening the little nipper, followed by pizza and lazer tag. Yes, I am that cool, thanks.
I’ve got all the bags packed, with everything in little Ziploc bags for safety. We’ve got milk waiting for us beyond the safety point for Alex if mine gets taken away. We have cans of formula in every bag in case a bag gets lost. We’ve got stroller, carrier, carseat. We’ve got teething rings, toys, and Calpol. We’ve got books (Monkey thinks we will have time to read – ha!) and my mp3 player for me (with ironically all my birthing music on it – ah well, it should get a listen at some point). The only thing I am worried about is the checkpoints. If I have to make the choice between irradiation in the full body scanner and being groped, I don’t know what I will choose. I am also terrified that Alex will be chosen for gropage. I can assure you this very moment, the minute someone tries to lay a hand on my son, I will cause an international incident. You WILL see me on the news. It will NOT be pretty.
Wish us luck. And watch the news.