fly me to the moo

When we fly with Schuyler i try to keep in mind my pre-Schuyler feelings about babies on airplanes - I was not a fan. They tended to be cute little sirens of anxiety, wailing at the slightest incident. I try to tell people sitting beside us that they can yell at us if they like because "I would want to if a baby sat next to me and screamed her head off". People tend to treat this honesty in much the same way you would treat the honesty of Jeffrey Dahmer when he talks about the contents of his fridge. In any case, Schuyler was ok but squirmy and a bit frustrated until i took her to the vacated Emergency Exit Row where she could play on her tummy a little bit. At one point as she gazed out the window and banged around, i caught myself reading the simple instructions for opening that door and realised that maybe we should play somewhere else.