I took my first solo parent flight yesterday, maneuvering the airport with infant, car seat, diaper bag and coffee! If you're thinking that it takes 4 arms, a slight mutation would have made things easier.
In all honesty, I couldn't ask for an easier trip. My mom helped me get to security where a guy in line carried the car seat to the check point. Gwennan slept through both flights, allowing me to play several games of hearts on my iPod.
The only hiccup occurred in Orlando (my connection) - well, it actually occurred at the ticket counter in Knoxville where the clerk didn't complete my itinerary and only checked us to Orlando. While it was sunny and warm, I didn't want either of us or my gigantic bag (1 lb under the limit after I took my study Bible out) to stay there. Fortunately, I realized the mistake before they unloaded my bag from the plane, so my "adventure" was really uneventful.
Like I said, could not have gone better, that is until a "stranger" picked us up at the airport. Tim shaved his beard while I was away. I'm not sure that I've ever seen him clean shaven. Gwennan didn't bat an eye. She knew Daddy! I, however, was in shock. Good thing his beard grows quickly!
I'm really not sure why we buy toys for her car seat. This kept her occupied for at least 15 minutes while I ate lunch.