The three and I flew from Boston to Dallas today. It’s a four hour flight, but came in at 5 1/2 (plus) due to 1) delay on the ground but in the plane because of storms and 2) no gate when we finally DID land.
And you know what? It was fine. Sam and Wyatt sat in the row in front of Lily and I. Wy napped for the first hour or so after takeoff (that would be hour 2 on the plane, for those of you keeping score at home). There were ipods. There were Nintendos (thank you Suzi!). There were snacks and small cars, and Wyatt was allowed to crawl over the seat and into my lap for a few intervals.
And that was it. They fly a lot, all things considered–every family member they’ve got is a plane ride away–and it is what it is, and I felt like even Wyatt just got it. They never run around on a plane, so they didn’t expect too. They eat, they use small portable electronic devices, and occasionally they ask “when are we to Texas?” (Lily would trustingly point out the window. Where are we now? Illinois, I would declare, with total confidence and no basis at all for the statement. Oklahoma.)
So it was, in general, a good flight. (I can’t speak for the person who sat in front of Wyatt, though… I couldn’t actually see his feet.)
I have hope, that Seattle–with one extra adult–and China–with two! will be, well, not the Rocky Horror Freak Show from Hell we’ve been anticipating.
But I’m probably being overly optimistic, and maybe I should have written this while I was actually on the plane.