It started as a business trip, but it seemed unfair to leave Christy and Max at home without me. So we decided to turn it into a mini-vacation.
We started at 4am...well, technically we started three weeks ago, but we really got into it at 4am. The bags were already mostly packed, and Max had a reasonable night's sleep by our most recent standard (he was up once or twice in the middle of the night). So...
Shower? Check. Feed the baby? Check. Finish packing? Chec....wait, did we remember...and...the...check. Bungee cords? Check. Baby? Check. Garbage? Check. Alarm? Check. Dave? Wait, where's Dave? Alarm, uncheck. Dave? Check. Alarm? Check.
(For those tuning in, Dave is a small stuffed dog that goes with us when we travel)
Then we were on our way. Max saw his first sunrise on the way in, which was unfortunately pointed right at his face. He didn't seem to mind too much, since he somehow managed to go back to sleep on the way to the airport. After making some minor convenience based spending decisions (yay on-airport parking!) we found ourselves at the ticket counter, checking through an overweight bag filled with a ridiculous amount of baby stuff (and maybe some of our stuff, too).
Security? Ha. We laugh at your complaints about taking off your shoes. We had FIVE boxes of miscellany sliding through that machine in addition to the car seat, stroller, diaper bag, backpack, duffel bag, and cactus. They wouldn't let us take the last one on the plane, unfortunately. At least we know Max hasn't swallowed anything metal in the last few days.
We had some initial fussing in the airport, but he managed to cheer up a bit after some food.
Christy then magically managed to put him to sleep in a crowded airport, something she was somewhat annoyed with (since he never goes down that quickly for her at home). I guess we need to buy an Airport White Noise CD.
The plane has been interesting so far. He enjoyed a feeding on the way up, apparently learned how to high-five without our knowledge, fussed a little, watched a little bit of Finding Nemo, then abruptly passed out.
After enjoying his nap, he proceeded to soak in the sights.
All in all, a successful plane trip for little Max. We're hanging out at the hotel now, just trying to settle in with the ridiculous amounts of stuff we brought along. Max seems to be enjoying himself.
Our next post will cover the rest of our trip and hopefully we'll be able to get some video up soon!
Comments (2)
Such a cutie pie. So glad all went well on the trip. Wish we were going to see you soon! :(
Posted by Aunt Jenn | June 9, 2008 3:30 PM
Posted on June 9, 2008 15:30
That photo of him on the bed is hilarious.
We took my daughter on the plane to Hawaii when she was about his age. Never again, what a nightmare. She was crying the whole way, so we were those parents. Ugh.
Posted by jjohnsen | June 12, 2008 8:14 PM
Posted on June 12, 2008 20:14