Flying on a Jet Plane

We flew on an airplane the other day.

This probably sounds silly (and it is!) but all day I’ve been thinking about the difference, if there is any, between a “jet plane” and an “airplane.” Were you thinking the same thing?

Lesson #594

Jet Plane: A jet aircraft is an aircraft propelled by jet engines. Jet aircraft generally fly much faster than propeller-powered aircraft and at higher altitudes — as high as 10,000 to 15,000 meters (about 33,000 to 49,000 ft) – Wikipedia.com


Airplane: A fixed-wing aircraft, typically called an airplane, aeroplane or plane, is an aircraft capable offlight using forward motion that generates lift as the wing moves through the air. Planes include jet engine and propeller driven vehicles propelled forward by thrust, as well as unpowered aircraft (such as gliders), which use thermals, or warm-air pockets to inherit lift.- Wikpedia.com

I know. I don’t care either. Let’s move on. We flew on a plane.

This is an absolutely disgusting picture of me- but it’s of the three of us so I like it. We don’t have very many pictures all together. Just look at my handsome boys! It’s really quite funny because we were sitting there and the stewardess was like Do you want me to take a family picture?! and my husband was giving me the eye like, no honey we really don’t need a family picture in the airplane and I go Sure!! Thanks! You can just see the excitement in their eyes.

I felt like a celebrity superstar at the airport. The line for security was about a 20 minute wait or so, and the attendant (not sure of the proper name here) directed us to a certain line. I realized once we reached the check counter at security that she had sent us to the line with no one in it. I’m assuming she did this because she saw that we had a kid in a stroller. We just walked passed everyone! It was really nice of her, but I actually felt kind of bad!

Then, because the flight wasn’t full, the sweet stewardess ( her name was Roberta. Not to be confused with the hunky RobertO but a lady RobertA) moved us seats so we had three! This was nice for lucas to have his own seat… although he didn’t stretch out and take a long nap like I was hoping. Just a 30 minute one in my arms.

(He has to be in my or my husbands lap when we take off and lap.)

We didn’t bring any toys on the plane. I brought two books, crackers, a bannana and a cup of water, along with extra clothes, diapers, etc. Lucas still doesn’t really play with toys and I knew he wouldn’t on the plane. He just squirmed and squirmed and squirmed some more. He did play with his Ritz crackers (Heaven on a plate according to Lucas- one in each hand please.) and my water bottle for some time. He also walked a bit up and down the plane while everyone oooed and aaahed at him.

And yes, I’m pregnant.

We were sitting on the last set of seats, right “next to the pooper”as my husband said. It was also a little loud. I caught us at one point complaining and then, as soon as I caught myself I was like STOP. We are not complaining. We just got bumped an extra seat for free. Who cares if it’s next to the bathrooms? Plus, it’s nice to have all these people to talk to as they wait in line!

Isn’t it funny how sometimes we have things so great yet we still find something so small and remote to complain about?? I felt really blessed that day. Pooper and all.

Published by Samantha Mellen

Certified personal trainer & health coach helping women transform their lives through fitness, abundant mindset coaching and internal peace. Mom of two boys, living life in Alaska.

3 thoughts on “Flying on a Jet Plane

  1. We started buying Kellen a seat from an early age, and it's great because he sleeps so well in his car seat… that doesn't account for all the lugging that goes into taking a child on a plane though. I think you have to pack your house to travel with a child. Or at least most of it.

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