I’ve been dreading our flight to Phoenix for a while now. I’ve had visions of the worst baby meltdowns that I’ve witnessed in the past, amplified by my fears. Instead, though, Sam was a dream. Of course, he wanted to get down, move around, and investigate his surroundings, but once he realized that moving around a lot wasn’t an option, he settled into the flight and started to enjoy himself. Ultimately he ended up dropping of and going to sleep, but not before he had a chance to enjoy the scenery!