By his first birthday Big C&G had already racked up some frequent flier miles. He was three months old when we swaddled him up and flew cross country to San Francisco. I wish someone had told me that tiny babies are excellent fliers because I spent weeks completely freaking out, imagining every worse case scenario, for absolutely no reason at all.
The minute we got on the plane Big C&G immediately fell asleep and we didn't hear a peep from him till the cabin doors opened on the other side of the country. It hadn't occurred to me that I'd have six hours of silence so I didn't bring a book to read and was stuck reading the SkyMall catalog cover to cover. Thankfully it was the days before internet access and satellite phones on planes, otherwise we'd be the proud owners of several fogless lighted mirrors and fake books that double as secret hiding places.
|Dessert at 9,744 ft, Piz Gloria, Schilthorn Switzerland|
On our vacation this summer I'm going to hand over the travel planning to him for a day or two. He's old enough to do some research with me and I'm interested to see what kind of choices he makes. Fingers crossed we don't end up criss-crossing the globe on a Legoland World Tour.
Happy Birthday Big C&G!