So I spent the last few days in southern California. I brought my daughter to meet my mother in law, who can't easily travel. Because of her maternity leave, it was best if my wife remained behind, so I had the experience of taking the baby solo through the US Airline system.
Travelling with a baby is pretty difficult, especially solo. I had my first experience taking the baby into a men's bathroom ... which will prove to be more of an interesting affair as my daughter grows older. I also had the experience of changing an honest to goodness poopy diaper in an airplane. It was an experince that was unappreciated all around.
I was surprised at the level of service provided by the TSA staff. I was kind of expecting some kind of horrorshow experence from what I've seen across the net, but the staff was very helpful. They allowed me to bring several bottles of water for the baby, and there was a person who was detailed to me upon completion of the screening who helped me get everything back together. The airline, Southwest, had a special envoy who worked at the head of their really long line who allowed me into a special 'baby' line that was much faster.
My visit with the inlaws was fantastic, but I knew it was going to be even before I left. My sister in law provided me with a bevvy of fine brew, as well as taking me to several nice resturants, including a sushi buffet. It's amazing to have inlaws that I actually like.
But I cannot explain the level of joy it gave me to bring my daughter to see her grandmother. My daughter is a ficle beast when it comes to being in the arms of strangers, but she knew something was special about Mams. No tears came, and Mams had her laughing within a few minutes. They had a great time together, and I have already noticed that the baby misses her.
This is the promised land callin', and the poor boy's on the line.
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