After
an extremely long and exhausting day of traveling, we have finally
arrived at Scott's mother's house. It took us nearly 8 hours, which is
almost the same amount of time it would have taken if we had driven. So
much for making our live easier by flying!
As
anticipated, Timmy was a handful. He screamed on the plane for about 30
minutes. Despite my desperate attempts, there was nothing I could do to
calm him. Holding an inconsolable baby in a public space is an incredibly helpless feeling. Eventually he fell asleep and the glares from our fellow
flyers transferred to another Mom with a crying tyke.
I
expected little Hamlet to become a full-fledged explorer as soon as we
arrived, and so far he hasn't let me down. I spent the afternoon and
evening following him around and removing just about everything from his
hands. While Scott takes full advantage of seeing his family this
weekend, I'll be chasing Timmy around a home where items within his
reach are both plentiful and tempting. It's a good thing I brought my
activity leg, because he is going to keep me on the move!
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