Edward was in charge of taking a picture of Nate on his first plane ride. Had I looked at this gem of a picture at the time, I would have demanded he take another.
The flight did not start off on a good foot. I gave Nate a bottle of milk to drink as we took off. He guzzled about six ounces and no more than two minutes after take off he vomited ALL OVER--all over me, all over Edward, all over himself, and my seat and seat belt. EWW. We were wet and smelled of sour milk. We stripped off as much clothing as we could and wiped up the rest. Sarah wisely advised me to bring plastic bags, which we put the smelly clothes in, and a change of clothes for Nate. If only I'd known I'd need a change of clothes for me and Edward, too.
After a little fussiness Nate did fall asleep and stayed asleep the rest of the short flight.
As soon as we got to the hotel we put our suits on and went for a dip in the wonderfully warm (think bathtub) water.
Nate loved the ocean. It actually lulled him to sleep several times. The first time it happened I noticed his head dipping forward and was shocked he was actually sleeping. I pulled him out of his float, laid him on a towel, and he slept for a good hour and a half.
I love Nate's curls! It seems that while I was pregnant the curls were sucked out of my hair and given to him. Now I'm left with frizzy, lifeless waves.
We left at the crack of dawn on Monday morning and Edward was at work by noon. What a great little getaway. Thank you, Jim and Jane!
On the way home Nate fell asleep about two minutes after take off and slept the entire flight. Phew!
One more thing...today is our third wedding anniversary! I'm so blessed to have such a wonderful man to share my life with.
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I love the pictures of his beach naps! So cute.
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