I'll admit, I was nervous for this trip, mainly because Lola has become an independent woman of late and absolutely refuses to let me hold her for more than two minutes at a time (unless of course I have ice cream -- that's a different story). This new-found, "I can do it myself" attitude did not bode well for an hour and a half airplane flight.
I took comfort in the fact my close friend Cindy would be with me in battle, so we armed ourselves with snacks, stuffed animals and all manner of distracting materials, kissed our husbands goodbye and ventured out into the land of single-parent travel.
We took an early morning flight, so the girls were both a bit dazed as we waited to board.
Once we had settled comfortably into our seats, a frantic flight attendant informed me there weren't enough oxygen masks for the babies and that I would have to find another seat.
So much for moral support. I was on my own once again.
Also, if you ever happen to be on a plane with me, please do not mention those stupid oxygen masks. They terrify me.
Luckily, I had about 4,000 things in my bag I hoped would keep my child entertained.
Stuffed dog? Check.
Cuddle blanket? Check.
Puppy/Kitten book? Check.
Then of course what kind of mother would I be if I didn't provide at least four beverage containers -- Lola's current "toys" of choice.
Heavy drinker in the making, I'm telling you.