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12.4.08

travelling with baby

Toughie. We started with a six month old and an eleven hour flight, direct. And with many toys and a continuous line of people waiting for the bathroom to make friends with we didn't get much sleep, any of us, but we arrived in relatively stable condition and promptly fell asleep in the car, in the new-to-us car seat, except that when poor E woke up and saw her Mimi instead of anyone she immediately recognized she screamed her little head off. (Whoops.) And then so we met: Mimi and Gramps in Chicago, followed by Grams and H, and eventually uncle A, and K and M and S and D and H and G, and M and C, and N, and J and J and A and L, and S and O, and C, as well as at least six slightly more removed relatives and family friends (incl. J, T, S, I, and J). And H and G and L and E all played on the floor together with K and it was adorable and there are pictures around somewhere (to follow once we get home. Ahem). And then we went to the next bit and met C and five people from tea group and maybe eight or nine from bridge club. And then we went to the next bit and met Nana and Papa and S and O and B and Gramma W and three more people, and then we went to the next bit and met our college friends I and M and N and B and J and L and L and C and M and R. And now we are in the last bit and have met Nagymama and whatever Dad wants to be called and uncle R, with plans to meet M and C and C and A and W and H and J and A and probably J and O. I'm counting. And that is seventy-three plus the people in the planes and the people in the airport and the people in the various hotels, because we have slept in seven places in two weeks and tonight is number eight and when you fly a hell of a lot and then Armageddon happens right over O'hare then you meet a lot of people in the airport, like the nice Czech lady (i think) who we handed E to for a moment (well, we did kind of have German in common) and it wasn't as random as all that, but that's seventy-three, and she's cuddly and sweet. And decent on airplanes, but not always. However E hates the car seat sometimes, particularly when it is in a car, like when the car is moving, and she's awake. But we have the best travel baby ever. And when the last flight to anywhere near where we are now out of O'hare yesterday was canceled then she was an absolute professional about the whole thing. (Slightly better than her mama. Or not slightly. I get grouchy when Armageddon happens and my flights are canceled.)

Labels: baby, family, festivities

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