Today was Grace's first plane ride. She flew in style of course - I upgraded Audrey and her mother to business class. Accompanying them was my father, as they were on their way to see his parents on the East Coast.
Grace is now 6 months old. What's interesting is how different one infant's experience can be relative to that of her sibling. By now, Audrey had logged more than 40 flight hours, and that may be a conservative estimate. We flew all the time. In her first few months of life she made the trip between Chicago and San Francisco at least 4 times and by the time she was 1 had been to or through roughly 14 states.
It all depends on where you are in life as parents. Today we're more settled, trying not to travel as much. (It feels great.) A couple years ago we were on the move, figuring out where we were going to live next. We didn't live near relatives, had lots of weddings to attend and traveled home for the holidays. And a lot of the time we brought Audrey along.
I still have yet to talk to my wife to see how it went with 2 kids instead of 1. I'm sure with my father there to help it was fine, but there was the issue of yet another suitcase, a double stroller through security, a second car seat to contend with and 2 kids to keep track of on the plane.
Not to mention a 4-hour flight delay due to mechanical problems.
