I nursed him on takeoff and landing in a discreet, under a blanket way. The woman sitting in our row began to question me.
Woman: How long are you planning on nursing?
Me: My goal is a year but if he wants to go longer, that's fine. Whatever he needs.
Five minutes later...
Woman: Kids have to learn to drink from a cup eventually, you know.
Woman: I just hate when I see those three-year-olds breastfeeding.
Me: Well, I'm just doing what's best for my kid.
On the way home, the TSA agent asked if we had baby bottles with liquid to go through the x-ray.
Agent: No bottles?
Agent: No water even?
Me: Um, nope.
Agent: Poor kid!
Me: I'm his food. He's OK.
I did have some super positive experiences like the SeaWorld's baby and nursing friendly park. But it's interesting how the older he gets, the more judgment that comes. Just wait til he walks over to me when it's time to nurse. Gasp!