Flying's not so bad

After screaming that such a large hunk of metal stuffed with people and assorted luggage would never get off the runway in New York, Isaiah decided five minutes into the flight he was hungry. Eating made him sleepy. Sleeping was very calming. When he awoke, he needed to be amused. Overall, he did very well.

On the flight back there was more screaming, although some of it was caused by Dad's refusal to walk around to show Isaiah the airplane. The fasten-seatbelt sign and narrow aisle are just to difficult to explain in baby talk.

Cleared for departure

Isaiah contemplates the travel plans for the Colorado trip. Have mom and dad packed enough clothes? Who needs four sweaters for a seven-day trip? Is an average of nine books per member of the family enough?

Will he ever be able to find his hands again (and stuff them in his mouth) after he is wrapped in 17 layers of warm clothing? Why does he have sense of foreboding that there will be more, slightly large and overtalkative people like uncle Paul and grandpa Friedrichs at the other end of this ordeal?

Isaiah's hat from Jen Lindsay (see earlier fall bashion post) is cleared for the trip after extensive testing. Fortunately for the hat, slobber travels downhill. Maybe the people sitting next to us on the plane will have new and exciting uses for that liquid.