Let's start with the flights to California. I know I don't like waking up at 3a.m. to drive to the airport so I figured you wouldn't like it either; to our surprise you stayed asleep. In fact, you stayed asleep all the way to the airport, even in the shuttle ride despite everyone's best attempts to be as loud as possible at 4a.m. From the driver who slammed the door shut, twice, to the nice gentleman sitting next to us who asked how old you were in an inappropriately blaring voice. When you become a parent, you realize how noisy the world really is.
Though we were baby-traveling novices, you should have seen us get through security. It was done with NASCAR pit crew efficiency. We had you out of the stroller, had all the stuff on the conveyor belt and on the other side of security in 12.6 seconds...or something like that.
Every bit of advice we received about flying with an infant told us to make sure you were suckling on takeoff and landing to relieve the inevitable build up of pressure that comes with air travel. When the moment came, you uncharacteristically refused to feed. Of course, we went into panic mode thinking, "Oh no! She's gonna have a build up of pressure in her ears! She's going to have a lower IQ! So, she's not going to Harvard?! What kind of a parent am I? Do they give you free sodas on this airline?" I even tried to stop swallowing to feel what you were going through. It didn't faze you one bit. Another plane and many hours later, we arrived at our first destination, Mount Shasta, California.
This is you after traveling through two states aboard two planes across three time zones with a couple of frazzled parents. Well done. A+.
