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March 16:
Barely 2 months old and here I am on my very first trip. I'll take this as a sign of many great adventures to come. S had hers when she was 4 1/2 months old. My folks took her to my Mom's side of the world ~ Philippines. She's been bragging that the flight was so long, they changed planes "three times". Singapore Airlines gave her a "First Flight" certificate scribbled with the pilots' John Hancock to show for it.
Big deal. Florida may only be three hours away but I'm determined to make this flight a truly memorable one ~ especially for my mom.
I started by testing her diapering skills at the altitude of 30,000 feet. She'd be mortified if she found out that I could understand what she was muttering to herself when she opened the plane's bathroom door. The teensy-weensy 3x2 stall they call "lavatory" wasn't equipped with a changing table! It doesn't take a genius to know what those Filipino words meant ~ she only says them when she's totally pissed. Wink.
Getting my diaper changed while balancing on my mom's knee was no small feat. I was quite impressed by how she managed to juggle me, my baby bag, wipes, garbage bag, and soiled Huggies inside that tight potty-box. I thought it was a gas and broke the humdrum of an otherwise boring flight.
So what did I do next?
What babies do best ~ do ''number 2" two more times. You go, Mom!
"If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?"
~Ed Dussault
