It's a whole new ball game travelling with Fletch and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. I know I've got no real reason to be. The flight's only an hour and half, Phil will be with me, there's no time difference and we've got the magic potion, the golden juice, the milk.
We get back on Sunday night and then fly out to Sydney Monday night. I'm petrified all this air time will screw up his awesome night-time sleeping. Petrified. I can deal with feral during the day but as I've talked about before, the night times aren't my friend.
I guess what will be, will be.
Everyone keeps saying babies are so easy on planes.
I just hope everyone is right...