On April 23rd, Trudi, Megan, Ryan, Wyatt and I flew out to Houston for Lori Hernandez' first birthday party. I'm sure all air travelers have had their own experiences with a hysterical baby. Annoying as it is, my heart goes out to parents trying to comfort a crying baby in confined quarters at 30,000 feet (but not to those parents who don't seem to care what others think).
Wyatt is a great little guy, but when he wants something, he wants it now and lets you know about it. So I was just a bit anxious how he'd handle four hours on a plane.
Well, surprise, surprise! The little guy was a champ. Hardly a fussy moment at all going out to Houston. Just a pleasant little dude. I got to hold him for a while, and it was a great grandpa/grandson time.
OK, Wyatt, you did well on the trip out, but it was a morning flight, and that's your happiest time of the day. But what about the 3:30 p.m. return flight? Wyatt can sometimes get cranky in the early evening, and as I noted above, when he gets fussy, you know it.
Once again, our little man delivered. He slept much of the time, and when he wasn't asleep, he was charming the socks off of everyone. Seriously, I couldn't imagine a better behaved baby.
As we disembarked, Megan and Ryan asked the pilot for a set of wings to commemorate Wyatt's first round trip flight. Congrats, Wyatt. You da man!
Monday, May 4, 2009
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