Love your post. My big guy is 9 years old and his little sister is 7. They are both pretty well behaved in flights and both hold high level frequent flyers...by the time he was 20 months old, he had 63 flights on his counter...this is to give the image.
So parents flying with younger kids! Easy...take off and landing....this is the BEST time to give breast feeding or the bottle....even if they are 2! The sucking will reduce the pain on their little ears...and that's help a LOT! Next news, most little guys, after feeding, well, they love to nap....and a napping baby is for sure not a crying baby.
Next step, jet lag....do prepare your little one at least 3 to 4 days before...the earlier he is used to jetlag...the most happy everybody will be!
Next...if you think keeping a little guy busy in a car for 5 hours is possible...it is easier in 10 hours flight...but you neecd to come equiped. I'm not a big fan of gameboys, DS, etc....but on a flight... they are a life saver, same point for personnal DVD...a new cartoon movie is 90 minutes...if you get a good routine, you do keep them busy easily.
And for those idiots who complain on baby crying...I'm sure they have never been themselves babies. And for sure, if you don't have, don't intend to have babies...you won't feel concerned...but hey...if your Mum didn't had a baby, you would not be here.
We can all be tired and may all want some sleep. I've seen parents completely panic by the idea of flying...and even more because they have their little ones with them...if this little guy is panic and Mum and Dad have no idea what to do, I stand up and tell them...I know, I've done it too...why don't you stand up 5 minutes with your little one and have him a little walk...when you come back...have a milk bottle..and you'll see. You know what...20 minutes later, when the little monster is now and angel, everybody is happier. We can all help!
Do you want to know if it works...well...last summer we did beat a record with my son. Thursday in LAX, week-end in Washington, monday...lost in the plane, Tuesday and wednesday in Shanghai, Thursday and Friday in Saigon, Saturday in HK, Sunday in Paris...and yes, Sunday night we were dead....in Morocco...no cries, just love! Did I mention in between flights...we were walking a lot!