I've been pretty lucky these past few months. I got to take a long trip to the Carribbean in January, Clint and I got to take a little two day trip to Vegas in February while our awesome friends house sat and watched Seth for us, and we got to take a short little Seattle trip in March.

We thought we would see how Seth did on an airplane when he was 9 months old. Seattle isn't too long of a flight so we thought it would be nice to go up for a "weekend" trip and introduce him to some of Clint's coworkers and visit the area.

I must admit I was pretty worried about Seth's behavior. He doesn't really like to sit still at all. So we brought some treats and new toys on the plane to occupy him.

On the shuttle headed to the airport. He seemed to do pretty well on on the bus.

In line at security. Those velcro shoes had him so occupied.

On the plane. He was so happy before take off. Everyone was smiling at him and telling us what a happy baby he was...

...and then when we took off he became an absolute nightmare. The take off didn't seem to bother him but he just didn't want to hold still. He didn't want his new toys, didn't want his treats, and didn't want to be held. He screamed for a good 20 minutes and I got several looks of death from people.

I vow from this moment on to NEVER again judge someone who brings a child on a plane and the child misbehaves. There was seriously nothing I could do to make him happy. When the seatbelt sign finally turned off, Clint stood up with him and he seemed to calm down. Amidst the dirty looks I did see one woman smiling at him and playing peek-a-boo and I literally started to tear up. I was SO appreciative that she seemed so understanding.

So, anyway, quite humiliating. Let me just say, it was during this time that I again realized how lucky I am to have Clint as my husband and how much I love him. He remained calm and kept me calm as we did our best to keep Seth happy and under control. I thought we made a pretty good team when it came to handling our carryon bags and all Seth's stuff.

Seth was pretty good at the hotel. The first night he did wake up crying (and couldn't be consoled) which has never happened before. I think it was just because he was not in his crib and he was in a new environment. But the other two nights he did fine.

He looks a little possessed here...

I didn't want to bring his high chair with me since we already had to pack a ton of other things so I decided to feed Seth in the bath tub for all his meals. It actually worked out REALLY well.

Seth and Dad just chilling in bed...

Just hangin' out in down town Seattle...

Outside the Seattle Aquarium

Blow Fish just creep me out.

Seth was somewhat entertained at the Aquarium. I think he is still a little young though.

On the pier...

Thankfully, it timed pretty well that when we flew home he was ready for a nap so he slept for about 45 minutes of the flight. He was MUCH better on the way home because of this.

It was nice to have a little family vacation but I think Clint and I both agree that we won't be taking anymore trips like this for a while.