Another Family Memory

Baby took an airplane from Texas to New England today. Sitting still for three and half hours isn’t her current idea of a good time, and her mom (and, to a lesser extent, her dad) needed to devise ways to keep her from coming unglued as we flew over the eastern third of the continent. There was the look-out-the-window game, generally not a big success, but just what was needed for the last three minutes before touch down; there was the read-a-book game, the eat-or-drink something game, the go-for-a-walk-down-the-aisle-and-talk-to-people game, the watch-baseball-on-the-TV-screen-in-front-of-us-game, and the please-please-stop-wrestling-and/or-screaming game. She is getting a little too big to fit comfortably across her mom’s lap for breastfeeding, and all the recent time she has spent motoring around the house was hard for her to let go of in the claustrophobic flying machine. In the end, she was brave and, in her way, patient. We all survived – and formed another memory as a family.