Flying FAIL

Finley and I braved the skies to come to visit Atlanta, her Grammy and Grandad.  I am already plotting an alternate route home.  The flight was awful.  I got the comment "She sure has a set of lungs on her, doesn't she?" 

Prior to boarding, we shared an oyster and shrimp po-boy at Pappadeaux.  She loved the fried oysters, but wasn't so into the shrimp.  Because she ate so well (and so much), I got her a kids' scoop of ice cream, but she didn't even finish it.  She really had loved those oysters.

Waiting for the flight was easy, she was in a great mood.  We boarded and she was all smiles.  There was a screaming baby boarding right behind us, so I thought "Great, someone to take the heat off us if Finley ever cries."  Little did I know that the heat would be entirely on Finley.

We had a whole row to ourselves and I thought it would be perfect.  She hated being strapped in, she hated being free, she hated her books, she hated her toys, she threw most any food I gave her and she was all around miserable girl.  Poor Finley and mainly deep apologies to everyone else on the flight.  I am totally fearful of our return trip.  We are on a commuter jet, so the seats are smaller and I am paranoid beyond belief that she will meltdown the entire flight and I won't have as easy access to the toys and books that she will just hate anyhow.  Followed by lots of screaming of "NOOOOO"  Good times, good times.

I have NO pictures from the plane, it would have been impossible and it really wasn't a memory worth capturing.  Sigh.