The Lost Blogs: Dominic's First Flight

(Writer's note: This is the beginning of a series of blogs I meant to write over the past few months and never did. I'm calling them "The Lost Blogs" an homage of sorts to my favorite Corey Haim & Corey Feldman movie "The Lost Boys". First up, our first flight with Dominic).

This was my chance at revenge. After years of screaming babies, kicked seats and general unpleasantness in the air, I was finally flying armed with a baby. It was Dominic’s first flight.

The recipe was perfect. The flight to Vegas had been delayed 40 minutes, the plane was packed and Dominic was still getting over a bit of a cold. The only thing missing was me tapping my fingers together Mr. Burns style and saying “excellent”.

We took the back seat in the plane (thanks to Walt Gray for that advice) and geared up for takeoff. I’ve always heard that babies get fussy when the plane lifts off because they can’t make their ears pop. So, I figured once we got in the air the show would begin.

Instead, Dominic slept. And slept. And slept. Not a peep.

He woke up a little while later, so maybe it was a fluke. Maybe the sleeping helped him ignore takeoff. Once we started our decent into Vegas, he was sure to start screaming.

The landing was not exactly smooth. We hit a bunch of turbulence. The plane was bouncing like a ping-pong ball. Dominic’s eyes were huge. Here we go…

Nothing.

Seriously, he never made a sound. He complained less than the adults on board. In fact, one stewardess told us she forgot he was even on the plane.

The plane ride back was more of the same.

The highlight was we were sitting next to a young guy who was completely hung over. He looked like he would have rather died than sit next to a baby. By the end of the flight, he said he was amazed by how great Dominic behaved.

Turns out my devilish plan was ruined by my angel of a son.