George and I flew to LA last weekend to celebrate Brennan's first birthday, and we had such a great time! It was my first time flying solo with either of my kids. I was a bit nervous, but both flights went fairly well. On the way down he was content to play peek-a-boo, study his toys, and have a few snacks. He fell asleep about 30 minutes into our flight, but only slept for 20 minutes (grrr!) And on the way back, while it ended in a 2 hour-plus nap, it began with a hot, shirtless, tired, (but in true George form), smiley baby. He was like the drunk guy at the party; the night starts off and everyone's having fun- laughing, telling jokes, and having a great time, but at some point this guy becomes belligerent (unbeknownst to him) and while he believes he's still the life of the party, everyone's actually trying to ignore him. Yep, he was that guy for the first 10 minutes of the flight, before passing out the rest of th...