After a brief stop in Heathrow, we boarded another plane to continue our journey on to Greece. The second flight from London to Athens, was much better. The nice ladies from British Airways let us board first, so I didn’t have to worry about hitting anyone with the car seat. They even came and checked on us to make sure we had installed it properly. At the end of the flight, they gave Troy a flying passport, which documented the air miles he had racked up, and was signed by the pilot. They told us to get all of his pilots to log his flights so he could keep track of how much he’d flown. There were also much fewer people on the flight, so it was easier to maneuver. Unfortunately, Troy managed to throw his pacifier under the seat, and we lost it in the bustle of trying to deboard the plane. Luckily, I brought spares.
Despite all of the obstacles of first-time travelers, Troy was the perfect flying companion. He took it all in stride and didn’t complain at all. He pretty much slept most of the time, and we even had several people comment on how well he did and how impressed they were with him. We’re very proud of him. He’s such an awesome baby! And he’s already done more than his father, becoming a world traveler at the ripe old age of eight months. Something it took me twenty-three years to accomplish.
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