Flying home

We caught our taxi and you can tell that we’re not used to this,

because when the Sheraton brings out the trolley with all of our stuff on it, I’m tipping the guy and John is offloading the trolley instead of just letting them wheel it out to the taxi.  So, I tell him to put it all back on there and let’s wheel it out and having someone else load 

 up was alien to John, but we had a quick trip back to the airport, checked in quickly and efficiently and were able to take a second to make sure that we had everything ready for easy flying.  We make it through TSA again with ease and no problems with the baby food, 

stroller or anything and this time they send me the back way with John and Oscar.  John just needs a hand check because his hands were holding the baby and have to make sure there’s nothing hiding up against the baby.  It takes us longer to unload everything from the grey bins than anything else.  We get to the gate and there is family there with a 5 and 3 year old that Oscar immediately goes to and starts to invade their personal space.

 The 3 year old thinks he’s cute and we get some good pictures of them hugging and then Oscar crawls over to the boy and head butts him in the stomach (because this is our child’s version of a greeting), but then he pulls a new one and bites the boy’s stomach.  Well, the 5 year old starts to cry and I’m 

 beyond horrified.  Here they were being so nice to Oscar and he has sharp little teeth, so I can only imagine that if he really bit in, it’s a wonder that he didn’t break the skin.  So, that was a fun new bit of babyhood.  This will make play groups exciting I’m sure now that I’ll have to warn people that my son might bite their children.  The mother was beyond gracious

telling me how all of her kids went through this phase and he didn’t know that he hurt anybody, etc, but it doesn’t matter, I’m embarrassed and horrified.  Up to now, everything he’s done has been cute, sweet, maybe vaguely annoying and loud, but he’s never hurt someone and this is a whole new level of motherhood that I’ve not encountered until now.  Problem is, he really doesn’t know what he did, so I don’t even really have a way of making it clear what I

 don’t want him to do.  I think that the boy starting to cry was the best thing because you could tell that Oscar was confused and not sure why his playmate went and got held and rocked by his mom.  We still went and played in a different part of the airport where he became his social self again and charmed people left and right.  But we got a lot of crawling done and were filthy by the time we were able to come back to the gate, wash our hands, get a diaper change and drugs to make him sleep through the plane ride.  But guess what, Jo packed the plunger that gives the Tylenol in the suitcase that was checked.  So, no Tylenol, but I get out a spoon and give him some of the Benadryl at least  and get ready to board.  We picked some seats that had a spot open because as John pointed out, at least that person is fully aware that they’re picking a seat next to a baby.  While I’m waiting for us to be the last one picked on the playground, some brave lady before the plane is even full sits down next to us.  And she gets lucky, because right after takeoff, Oscar is out and doesn’t wake up again until we’re descending into Baltimore.