We're in Melbourne Now.
Today we began our holiday. We were fortunately picked up from home by our friend Sharon, who took the whole brood out to the airport. I think she was probably glad to be rid of us once she dropped us off, although in the scheme of things we weren't that bad, just a bit squeezy. It seemed like a rush getting there, and I almost thought we would run out of time. Our flight was set for 10:50am, and we left home at 9:00am, so it was plenty of time. However, when we got dropped off at the airport at around 9:30am it already felt like we'd been going an hour. With check-in and security we managed to chew up 20 more minutes, but it still meant sitting around in a cafe for close to an hour. This was a joy, as Aidan decided that the muffin we got for him wasn't quite good enough. It meant that he had to yell at the top of his voice that he wanted "That One" from the counter. Was it going to be a precursor for the flight ahead?
Fortunately, for the most part, it wasn't. Aidan was quite good on the plane, except for his penchant of pressing the attendant call button every 2 minutes. That's a lot in a 2 hour flight. I managed to stop most of them, but two got through, resulting in "Is everything ok Sir??" queries from the flight attendant, who I swear looked like Steve Carrell from "The Forty Year Old Virgin". I wonder if he was, but as a flight attendant you wouldn't expect him to be. It was Callum who managed to scream a couple of times. I gave Anth "the look" just to annoy her, and make her feel that everyone else was staring. In the scheme of baby crying though, it was pretty tame. Ethan was really good most of the time, except for when turbulence hit and he decided he needed to go to the toilet. At least he got more on the seat than he did on my feet which was neat once he was complete (what a poet).
The crowning glory did end up going to Aidan. Once the plane landed, and we'd taxied up to the gate, the fasten seat belt sign went off. Aidan had it off like a flash, although then he proceeded to yell at the top of his little nine year old voice. "I want to get off. I want to get off." Great. Just Great. If you thought people staring in a shoe shop was bad, watch people stare at you when your kid does it on an airplane.
Ciao for Now, Welcome to Melbourne Angry Dad.
Fortunately, for the most part, it wasn't. Aidan was quite good on the plane, except for his penchant of pressing the attendant call button every 2 minutes. That's a lot in a 2 hour flight. I managed to stop most of them, but two got through, resulting in "Is everything ok Sir??" queries from the flight attendant, who I swear looked like Steve Carrell from "The Forty Year Old Virgin". I wonder if he was, but as a flight attendant you wouldn't expect him to be. It was Callum who managed to scream a couple of times. I gave Anth "the look" just to annoy her, and make her feel that everyone else was staring. In the scheme of baby crying though, it was pretty tame. Ethan was really good most of the time, except for when turbulence hit and he decided he needed to go to the toilet. At least he got more on the seat than he did on my feet which was neat once he was complete (what a poet).
The crowning glory did end up going to Aidan. Once the plane landed, and we'd taxied up to the gate, the fasten seat belt sign went off. Aidan had it off like a flash, although then he proceeded to yell at the top of his little nine year old voice. "I want to get off. I want to get off." Great. Just Great. If you thought people staring in a shoe shop was bad, watch people stare at you when your kid does it on an airplane.
Ciao for Now, Welcome to Melbourne Angry Dad.
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