Five lessons I’ve learned flying with bébé

The first time we boarded a flight with baby in tow — from Switzerland to Washington, D.C. — he was only seven weeks old. I wrapped him up tightly and strapped him to my chest; effectively creating a human shield between the dirty, scary world and my most precious possession. I was a stressed-out, new […]

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On flying solo… with a baby

I’ll admit it. There are moments in my life when I’ve been pretty proud of myself. College graduation. A tennis championship. Making a soufflé that looked like the photo in the cookbook. But one of my proudest moments was last week when I flew cross-country alone with a four-month-old baby on my lap. Minutes after […]

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