After having flown to the lower 48 with Mallory at least five times over the past year and a half, I thought I had it down to a science. The number of spare outfits, diapers, wipes, snacks, entertainment, all of it; I knew what I needed and what I didn't. Little did I know how much Mallory's ability to walk paired with my growing belly would make for a torturous "infant in arms" flight. I know you're thinking, "duh Amanda! That sounds like a nightmare anyway." I wasn't thinking it was going to be a pleasurable flight, but not too terribly different from those that preceded this one.
In Mallory's defense, she did great on the flights to North Carolina! We had two layovers which allowed for plenty of time to grab a meal and find the airport play area. She was calm on the plane and either watched Frozen, ate snacks, or took little catnaps. No complaints here!