Flying the friendly skies

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.

Finally on the bandwagon

I didn't ever think that I would blog (is blog a verb?), but look at me. Our lives are not that interesting at the moment. We (Isaac and I) are counting done the days until we go to Las Vegas to see Travis. The highlight of today was cleaning my car out. We've been homebodies for the past week while Travis is gone. Somewhere between the many wardrobe changes, both me and the baby, we ended up back in our pajamas by 3 o'clock. Well I did anyways, I kept Isaac in his diaper. He doesn't care, as long as if he doesn't have socks on, he is happy as a clam. We don't know why, but last time I put socks on him, he cried and cried until I took them off and he quieted right down.