Have baby, will travel.

It is the eve of our first party-of-three family trip… involving a plane ride.

That’s right; tomorrow we will be inaugurated as that young couple with a baby that you love to hate on planes. Yet another life milestone.

Here’s hoping it will go well. The definition of going well is one of the following:

1. Koala sleeps to the steady, wonderful hum of plane droning.
2. In the event that #1 doesn’t happen, interfering savtas keep their mouths shut.
3. In the event that #1 does happen, we don’t sit next to another young couple with a baby for who #1 doesn’t happen.

And if you’re on the flight, and you’re sitting next to me… just be kind.