Hello New Hampshire!

This Thanksgiving we decided to schluck our little one cross country on a 6 hour flight and a 2.5 hour car ride to Wolfeboro, NH to visit his grandparents (we call them Mimi and Papa).  Shockingly, and trust me, I was utterly shocked, the little guy did wonderfully.  He played with a plastic cup for a solid two hours and then played with a bag of animal crackers for another hour.  Then he just pooped out in my arms for the rest of the flight.  The only time he cried was when he got his finger stuck in the seatbelt.  It looked quite painful so I don't blame him.  We lucked out.  However I have a feeling that our next flight will be a complete and utter nightmare given that we were so lucky this time.  The universe must maintain its balance.

And now for the exciting part ... pictures from our trip:

And the best thing about the trip?  (Other than free childcare 24/7) 

Plenty of time to cuddle and nap with the baby.  

Good night!