Bienvenidos a Miami

FDR is the first grandchild on my side of the family since my nephew was born in 2007, so he has been much fêted since he was born. My parents and sister all live on the west coast and don't get to see him often, so my sister proposed that Tom, FDR, and I travel there
to see them over Christmas.

Our reaction was, if we're going to take a 10 hour flight with a seven-month-old, it's not going to be from London to the Pacific Northwest in December. After a relatively brief negotiation, we settled on the Caribbean, specifically Turks & Caicos. We had to be routed via Miami so decided to stop off in Miami for a day to help ease the jet lag (as if, more on that later).

We cashed in a bunch of miles on American Airlines and went business class for the London-Miami leg. We didn't get a seat for FDR but the nice thing about this was there was room for him to lie down in the airplane bassinet (which, at 7 months old, he barely fit in):

Have you ever seen a flying snowman?

I do have to say, before we actually got on the plane, AA was totally disorganized in terms of what they had in terms of a bassinet for him - the phone agent said something different than the check-in counter agent, who said something different than the gate agent, who was also
wrong. As you can tell, this bassinet is on the ground because apparently in business class, there aren't the necessary hooks or whatever.

He did sleep okay on the plane. We tried to keep him to the schedule of eating every four hours. He had his "night time" bottle at 7:30pm, or 5 hours into the flight, and then another bottle at 11:30pm his time / 4:30pm Miami time in our attempt to get him on the new time
zone.

The poor guy was so tired by the time we got to the hotel room (8pm local time so 1am his time), he was shaking.