In case we didn't have enough traveling fun over the holidays, B and I planned a family trip to Phoenix to visit one of my best friends - N - and her family. B and I used to make this trip annually, but have avoided it like the plague since L was born.
Who knew that L would be the least of our worries.
R was the problem child this time. R - the happiest, smiley child in the world. The one that everyone makes faces at, laughs with and who makes even the most hardcore professional women want to throw it all aside to have kids.
Well, R's only problem is that he likes to sleep on his tummy or in his car seat. Anything other than that and he isn't going to sleep. So even though it was midnight our time and we were on the plane, R was still having nothing to do with being held or sleeping. So instead he screamed and cried for 2 hours straight.
So to those that were on the plane with us, we apologize, but since everyone was still making faces at him and trying to play with him, I think we did a pretty good job keeping him from annoying everyone in the area (mainly by standing in the front or back and rocking with him -- it was a blast for B and I).
I am looking forward to our redeye flight back to NY.