Boydee's first flight

Boydee catches a smooch from Momma on the flight to Vegas.

Evey with red cheeks, red sweater and orange Cheetoh remnants.

 

Here are a couple photos from Boydee's first flight, taken to Las Vegas, on Friday, February 24th. Boyd was four months old at the time.

He did great on the flight. He was happy, drooly, and slept a lot and ate on occasion. It was a direct flight, so there wasn't much fuss from Boyd. We did one diaper change, and we used my lap as the changing table.

Evey was much more needy on the flight to Vegas. Out of nowhere she decided she needed to go to the bathroom, so Grandma Judy squeezed into the airplane bathroom with her. Her portable DVD player was out of charge (my fault) and that upset her. She colored some, then wiggled around some. Looking out the window entertained her for a little bit. She would lay down, but refused to take a nap, and stayed awake the whole flight. It was a long flight for Evey.

When we landed -- all six of us -- we had a lot of luggage to haul. I think we had 21 pieces of luggage in all, including a stroller and a baby car seat.

I stepped outside and grabbed a stretched Hummer limo, because that was about what we needed to get us all to the hotel. Plus, Vegas, baby. Might as well start the trip off right.

I think only me, Adro and Judy enjoyed the limo. Boydee, obviously, had no idea if he was in an airplane, a limo or a UFO. My mom seemed to be wore out and overwhelmed by the entire flying/security experience, and I think she was ready to turn around and get back on another plane to go home about 15 minutes after we landed. And Evey was totally distracted by the hip-hop music videos on the TVs and the booming system in the limo. And she was too tired to dance and have fun with it.

The funniest moment, and the moment that might possibly sum up Las Vegas for families, was when a new song came on the TV screen. Not a bad hip-hop song, a good beat, something to dance to at a club, I guess... and then he starts singing... and the chorus, clearly pronounced so as to be no confusion, went:

You know my motivation,
Given my reputation,
Please excuse me
I don't mean to be rude
But tonight, I'm f****** you!

As soon as I heard it I went "Whoaaaa!!!" and the driver killed the TV feed about as quickly as he could (so Evey only heard the chorus about, oh, two more times!) Evey was like, "What just happened to the TVs?" and I told her to just enjoy the ride.

Vegas. Next time, we're leaving the kids and the grandmas at home, OK babe? (No offense to the kids and the grandmas... we'll take you somewhere tropical next.)