Private Jet (Sort Of)

Dear Lily,
This is the pond-hopper that took us from San Francisco to Mt. Shasta.
The ride was so noisy that mommy had to fashion earmuffs/earplugs out
of your blanket. You didn't seem to mind.

The Only Way to Fly

This is a view of your backside while cruising at 30,000 feet
somewhere over the Midwest. We took two different planes for a total
of over seven hours in the air after being woken up at 3:30 am to
catch the first flight. You were so good through it all. You didn't
make one sound the entire trip to California. Well done. Your
allowance has been increased.