some things never change

four generations

We survived. No calamaties, we didn’t get kicked off a plane, there were no blowouts in the airport terminal, and we didn’t run out of winter coats. Actually, we had a wonderful time, and Clay finally got to meet his great-Gran E. I think (between his great-aunt and uncle, grandma and grandpa, and great-grandmother) his feet may have never touched the ground the whole time we were there, and, of course, he thrived on the attention. 

It was awesome for Scott and me as well. We loved hearing everyone’s stories from when their children were Clay’s age and savored the wisdom they had to pass on to us. Some accessories may look a little different and there might be a few more philosophies (or at least names for them) now, but at the end of the day babies are still babies – now, then, and forever. They were still keeping my grandma, aunt, and mother up at all hours of the night – and we still aren’t any closer to solving that.

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: I am still in shock we made it in one piece.

you can never be too prepared

A trip that’s no longer than 72 hours requires Clay to have an entire suitcase to himself. We’re flying to Ohio for the weekend (Clay’s meeting his great-grandmother), and we’re nervous we might have forgotten something. Winter coat in case the weather takes a sudden turn for the worse? Check. Extra coat in case he spits up on that one? Check. Extra coat in case he then spits up on that one? Check. We’ve mapped out every possible scenario and tried to prepare for it.

But then there’s the plane. We’re terrified Clay might turn out to be a little more Diana Ross (diva) than Ferdinand Magellan (famous explorer/world traveler). And there’s no amount of planning that can comfort a screaming baby in the sky.

Perhaps we’ll just end up buying drinks for those on the airplane, or at least ones for Eleanor and me.

-Scott

Note From Eleanor: I’m too nervous to comment; I don’t want to jinx anything.