Nervous...

Beth and I are only a little bit concerned about how this trip is going to go tomorrow. We're off to Kona, Hawaii in the afternoon on Monday for the first LONG plane ride with a little boy. He went on a plane to Sacramento to my friend Scott's wedding, but he was only 6 months old and it was a 2 hour flight. Now, on the other hand, he's 1 1/2, has his own opinion, knows how to run down isles, and with our luck will find the booze cart before anyone else and will be passing it out to everyone - you know how he likes to give people things.

Well, either way, we've done all we can do to prepare for this. We've got movies and the movie player - not that he's ever worn headphones (we'll see how that goes over). We've got a bag of toys, food and a change of clothes in case he throws up all over them or something. I suggested War and Peace, but Beth didn't think he was quite ready for that. He's bring Clifford the Big Red Dog instead.

He'll probably be just fine. I figure if we let him just wander the isle beforehand, everyone will fall in love with him and then they won't care when he cries for the next 5 hours. OK, I'm depressing even myself now. I'm sure he'll be just fine and we've just heard all of the horror stories. If you have horror stories, don't tell us until we get back. :)

I'll try to keep updating this while we're off on our little tropical vacation, having mai tais by the pool or something exotic like that.

I'll let you know how the plane ride went. Who knows maybe he'll sneak a couple of those booze bottles for himself and he'll cash out for the whole trip. :) Of course I'm kidding. That would be terrible. I think. Maybe. Hmmm. I'll let you know.

Aloha!