Hence the sound of crickets chirping over here on the blog…..
But we’re back now, and we’re better than ever. And we have a huge backyard, and some extra square footage, and a broken heater, and an unexpected power outage. It’s not even Irene’s fault. That’s another story for another time, though. Don’t worry…it’s coming!
Until then, can I brag a little about Max’s amazing plane ride on the way home from San Diego?
I was amazed. Overjoyed. Insanely proud.
Who knew that this little guy
We found our groove, Max and I. We talked ourselves calmly through security. Bottles out and in the bin, shoes off, patient directions about being Mommy’s helper and staying close.
We have an airplane routine now. Window seat for Max. He yells out the letters he spies on the wing, watches the world float by, sits safely strapped in to his special airplane belt. Bottle when the plane “goes up, up, up”, iPad with the “George mooo(movie)”, bag of airline pretzels in his lap. I kept a bag of random little toys to surprise him with on the descent, when we had to put the iPad away. Matchbox cars, Barrel of Monkeys, and a small container of colored cotton ball “puffies” that we played hide and find with (“Look, it’s in your sock! Your pocket!”)
Makes me cocky, actually.
“Don’t worry, getting through security is the hardest part” I say over my shoulder, to the new mom who just asked me if she really has to take her 9 week old out of the stroller to go through the metal detector.
“oh no, I got this” I said, as the kind older gentleman offered to fold my stroller at the end of the jetway.