Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To get the fuck away from my mother.
Incidentally, babies and air travel go together like Joshua Micah Marshall and anything cool.
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What’s my mother doing in Baltimore? And raising you?
All you need is the right baby, my friend. And the right baby is one Fiona Evelyn O’Reilly. She’s a delight to travel with.
Usually.
Seriously, I’m in hell. Send weenies, sticks, and marshmallows. Stat.
I have some left over Oscar Meyer, but they’re split from the urethra to the scrotum.
(Cooking is hard.)
Stay another week, I’m having fun here!
I done plenty of flying, and some babies seem to take it in stride.
If babies aren’t meant to fly, what are those overhead compartments for?
Get a ride to BrickSkellers in DC, Jeff. If it’s a beer, they carry it, no doubt. Good place. Get hammered and then everything your mother says goes from annoying to absolutely hysterical.
Jeffrey, why do you have to talk that way about me? And to think that I breast fed my little boobala until his Bar Mitzvah.
McGehee, I’ve found stuffing the baby under the seat muffles the crying a little better. You gotta make sure you put ‘em in head first, though.
By the way, this is the worst psuedo-Jeff post yet. Who posted this lame … oh. Uh, never mind.
McGehee, THAT made me giggle.
Shame on you Jeff. One day that baby will posting about you…think about it.
Flight from Atlanta to Denver. Baby in row behind me. Cried. The whole time. Three frickin’ hours. Stopped once we got to denver.
Oh, and Jeff? GET OFF THE DAMN COMPUTER AND SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOUR MOTHER!!!
I’ve been told that the trick is to make sure there’s a bottle in their mouths as the plane is taking off and landing (so they are sucking as the plane ascends/descends, and their ears don’t hurt from the change in air pressure).
A friend of mine flew with his two twins from B-More to LA when they were only several months old. His wife wasn’t with him. Another passenger remarked, “you’re so brave. My husband would never do this.”
It’s easy for me to talk, though. I’m not a parent (yet).
Mother issues. This explains a lot.
This, Jeff, is why a man leaves his father and his mother…..as I recall, it says nothing about returning.
dude. come home soon. or take blog command approximation thereof. I swear I’ll tip!