Drug that kid. Please.

For those of you who used to marvel at how EASY Jacob was as a baby, I have to say that 1) all good times must end, and 2) payback is a bitch.  On our flight home from Texas yesterday, Jacob was that kid.

The flight to Dallas was packed, not a spare seat to be found.  We learned on the flight out that Jacob does better near the window, and from that vantage he can usually only kick one seat and yank one tray table.  So there we were, wrestling the whole way to Dallas.  A short flight, thank goodness.  Jordan, bless her heart, slept the entire way, and most of the next flight, too.  Jacob shrieked, clawed, kicked, threw cheerios, did that weird rear and arch your back thing that only baby boys seem able to do.  He was so bad that when we were sitting at the gate in Dallas, the woman sitting in our aisle seat turned to me and said "She was great", nodding to Jordan who was sound asleep on the woman's arm, followed by "He really gave you an awful time.  I don't know how you do it.  Next time try giving him Paregoric.  Two drops in his milk and he'll be out."  I just looked at her, like "What???"  She says, all sarcastic,  "oh, that's probably one of those things doctors would frown on in this day and age."  So I got home and Googled it.  It's freakin' Opium.

The leg to Albuquerque was empty, less that 40 people.  Some woman took the seat right in front of me and Jacob.  I leaned forward and said, "Just so you know, you have the worst seat on the plane right now.  You might want to move."  She just looked at me like I was nuts, and did not move.  But she didn't ask me to drug my kid.