Tuesday was Isaac's first flight, which he did surprisingly well. We went to Las Vegas to see Travis. I was really nervous that he would scream the entire way, but he slept most of the way and didn't really make any noise. However, Thursday we flew to Montana and he decided to cry a little. I was hoping to feed him as we were taking off, but Isaac demanded to be fed right before we got on the plane. So I was a little frazzled getting on the plane. He was a little fussy and cried a bit before take off, and I hear "I choose the wrong flight" from some man a couple rows behind me. Which I don't understand why people complain about babies crying, but adults who are annoyingly loud with stupid comments are okay. Isaac calmed down and did pretty good the rest of the flight. People commented on how good of a baby he was, so I felt better. I am glad that we don't have to fly again for 2 weeks. It is hard on me!
Isaac is ready for a routine again. We are now in Montana with my sister and her family. I thought Isaac was big, but my 6 month old nephew dwarfs Isaac. It is hard to imagine Isaac that big in a few months. Eventually I will get a picture of them two together.
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