Tomorrow marks a big milestone in my parenting career. My first flight alone with Elli. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have a little anxiety about the whole adventure. Stacy has to work all weekend, so it will be just me and the baby at 30,000 feet from Kansas City to Orlando. I should probably be braver about the trip, seeing as though my dad flew by himself with both my sister and myself to New Jersey when we were very young.

I do have a couple of things going in my favor:
*Non-stop flight
*We're flying Southwest, so I get to cut everyone in line and get fantastic seats
*We're meeting my family in Orlando, so once we get there I will have backup
*Elli and I get along very very well
*Elli is not a fat baby so my arms won't get too tired
*Elli is cute and people love to coo at her
*There will probably be a lot of kids on a flight to Orlando, so there is a good chance that Elli won't be the worst-behaved one

Things going against me:
*Our flight takes off approx the time Elli usually wakes up in the morning
*You can't take liquids through security, which means I'll have to spring for some uber-expensive airport milk
*Elli is squirmy and has started getting that quaint little 2-year-old attitude thingy lately
*You pretty much need to pack a u-haul when traveling with small children

If you have any words of wisdom, hit me up. And pray.

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