Giving Thanks - Part 1
Dear Asher,
On this day of Thanksgiving, you, me, Dad, and Papa Bruce took to the air and went to East Texas to visit my aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was your first time in an airplane, and I must say I approached the travel with some concern. After all, there would be pressure changes, a confining environment, and - if you started crying - a plane full of annoyed people shooting me dirty looks. Yes, there was a lot to worry about...
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Here we are at the airport, waiting to board our flight. You made it through security with out a hitch, though your baby acetometaphine in the diaper bag was some cause for concern... |
Daddy tries to keep you occupied as we continue to wait to board the flight. We over-estimated the time we needed to be at the airport to get through security, so we had a good hour's wait until we could board. |
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At last! We made it on and stowed all our stuff without a problem. |
Just to be safe, whenever you got hungry, we used my jacket to give you some privacy*.
But the best part of all was that you feel asleep about 10 minutes after the flight took off and slept the entire time. Pretty awesome traveler if you ask me!
*Editor's note: The week before there was a big brouhaha over a woman being asked to leave a flight because she was breastfeeding her baby without a blanket.
Giving thanks - Part 2 |
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