Baby Bobby's Big Adventure!
We just got back from a week-long trip to the east coast to visit our families. Somehow the 6 am flight sounded like a much better idea when I booked it (i.e. when Bobby was waking up three times a night anyway) than it did when we took it (had to wake him up to feed him before getting into our cab at 3:30 a.m.). However, he was a champ on the flights -- only a little crying which they tell me is worse for the parents than for any of the other passengers. I'm sure the woman seated next to us saw a lot more of me than she typically sees of her seatmates -- it's a bit challenging to nurse a baby when you're crammed into an airline seat. On the way home we upgraded to Economy Plus and I think it was possibly the best 88 bucks I've ever spent.
We landed in Boston in the early evening, got our rental car, and drove to Roger's parents' house in central New Hampshire. We stopped about two miles short of their house to wait for Emilie, Peter, Amos & Etta, who were just a few minutes behind us. Then we all drove to surprise Grandma -- she was in bed, asleep, and unlike Grandpa, didn't know we were coming. Two days later, the Philadelphia contingent arrived so Bobby & Etta got to meet their cousins and Grandma got to celebrate her birthday with most of the family (we missed Polly, Andy, Cameron, Hayden & Troy).
Then the next day we got up early and drove down to Pennsylvania. Bobby was an awesome traveler, for the first 11 hours. The last hour and a half really did him in, but he recovered almost immediately once we got to Grammy & Pop-Pop's house (and, more importantly, out of the car seat). Unfortunately he had caught a cold along the way so he was kind of cranky and fussy for his star appearance the next day -- 15 friends and family who arrived to meet him. By Monday he was on the mend and back to his cheerful self. We took a great walk over the hill and through the woods from Grandmother's house (Grammy had him in the Baby Bjorn) and I got to wade in a stream, which sadly I don't get to do so much any more).
Now that we're home, the only problem is his jet lag. It was great on the east coast -- he actually slept through the night the first two nights (and that probably would have continued if it wasn't for the cold). Alas, the last two nights at home, he's woken up two to three times every night, and seems to think 4 am is a reasonable hour to be wide awake. Hopefully he'll be getting over this soon (probably just in time for the trip he and I will be taking to New York in two weeks).
Mom
Dad adds: On the trip home, we were stuck on the runway for 45 minutes and Bobby was fussing a little bit, and Mom was trying to comfort him, and Dad had a great idea. I picked him up and put him over my shoulder, and he looked up and immediately stopped crying. Then I heard the woman directly behind me, tap the man across the aisle, and say,"He wants you to smile back." And sure enough, the man looked up from his book and Bobby started giggling and throwing his head back with glee. He wanted to socialize; he's his mother's son.
We just got back from a week-long trip to the east coast to visit our families. Somehow the 6 am flight sounded like a much better idea when I booked it (i.e. when Bobby was waking up three times a night anyway) than it did when we took it (had to wake him up to feed him before getting into our cab at 3:30 a.m.). However, he was a champ on the flights -- only a little crying which they tell me is worse for the parents than for any of the other passengers. I'm sure the woman seated next to us saw a lot more of me than she typically sees of her seatmates -- it's a bit challenging to nurse a baby when you're crammed into an airline seat. On the way home we upgraded to Economy Plus and I think it was possibly the best 88 bucks I've ever spent.
We landed in Boston in the early evening, got our rental car, and drove to Roger's parents' house in central New Hampshire. We stopped about two miles short of their house to wait for Emilie, Peter, Amos & Etta, who were just a few minutes behind us. Then we all drove to surprise Grandma -- she was in bed, asleep, and unlike Grandpa, didn't know we were coming. Two days later, the Philadelphia contingent arrived so Bobby & Etta got to meet their cousins and Grandma got to celebrate her birthday with most of the family (we missed Polly, Andy, Cameron, Hayden & Troy).
Then the next day we got up early and drove down to Pennsylvania. Bobby was an awesome traveler, for the first 11 hours. The last hour and a half really did him in, but he recovered almost immediately once we got to Grammy & Pop-Pop's house (and, more importantly, out of the car seat). Unfortunately he had caught a cold along the way so he was kind of cranky and fussy for his star appearance the next day -- 15 friends and family who arrived to meet him. By Monday he was on the mend and back to his cheerful self. We took a great walk over the hill and through the woods from Grandmother's house (Grammy had him in the Baby Bjorn) and I got to wade in a stream, which sadly I don't get to do so much any more).
Now that we're home, the only problem is his jet lag. It was great on the east coast -- he actually slept through the night the first two nights (and that probably would have continued if it wasn't for the cold). Alas, the last two nights at home, he's woken up two to three times every night, and seems to think 4 am is a reasonable hour to be wide awake. Hopefully he'll be getting over this soon (probably just in time for the trip he and I will be taking to New York in two weeks).
Mom
Dad adds: On the trip home, we were stuck on the runway for 45 minutes and Bobby was fussing a little bit, and Mom was trying to comfort him, and Dad had a great idea. I picked him up and put him over my shoulder, and he looked up and immediately stopped crying. Then I heard the woman directly behind me, tap the man across the aisle, and say,"He wants you to smile back." And sure enough, the man looked up from his book and Bobby started giggling and throwing his head back with glee. He wanted to socialize; he's his mother's son.
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