Last week we flew to Georgia for my little sister's wedding. I was incredibly stressed out before we left. I felt nervous about how Ben would do on the plane, worried about the cold he developed two days before we left, worried that he wouldn't sleep at all away from home and wondered how he would react to a babysitter during the wedding.
Our plane left on Thursday December 8th at 7 o'clock from Buffalo. We arrived at the airport in plenty of time, enjoyed the family line at security and walked to our gate. I quickly learned that when you fly with a baby people stare at you with looks of dread. I was hopeful that our little angel would not be a screamer and tried to entertain him and show just how cute he was while we waited to board.
Both in the airport and on the plane our little guy was a charmer. He wasn't bothered at all by the elevation change, thought the seats were for peek-a-boo and enjoyed waving to his audience as they filled in seats around us. Each flight we were on the looks of dread from those around us turned into grins because our little guy flirted with every person he saw. His big blue eyes took in everything from the magazines in the seat pocket to the windows to the balding head of the man in front of us. On the way down we didn't arrive in Atlanta until 11:30 and he stayed awake and smiling the entire time. He needed a few trips through the mommy drive-thru for a beverage but who doesn't like a drink while they fly?
For the majority of the weekend Ben was his easygoing people pleasing self. He slept through the night, giggled with his aunts and uncles, and dealt with a messed up schedule with ease. After a weekend filled with people we loved watching his energy as he charmed everyone he met (except for the babysitter at the wedding but we'll let that one slide.) Andrew and I both felt so blessed that we are given the chance to be the parents of our cute little guy. It is so fun to watch his extroverted personality emerge. We can't wait to see what he will do to make someone smile next!

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