Ahhhh, the good ‘ol days:
This is a picture of Drew blissfully sleeping away the hours that are needed to fly to Baton Rouge. I took this picture last year, unaware that there was a baby just beginning to take hold in my belly. Tomorrow we are making this same flight again, only this time instead of boarding the plane with neck pillows and engrossing books, we are arming ourselves with preferred rattles, teething rings, gas drops, and to be perfectly candid, a shirt that will provide lightening fast access to the best comfort ‘weapon’ that I’ve got in my arsenal. (Don’t tell the ladies in my local LeLeche League that I just referred to nursing as warfare!) Oh, and crossed fingers. We are definitely crossing our fingers.
I have always had a fair amount of patience with crying babies on airplanes. They’re little, they’re flying, and to be perfectly honest, there are a whole lot of adults that would like to be screaming as an airplane takes off and lands, so I think it’s easy to understand the impulse. I am considerably less patient with the kids that are old enough to know how to tie their shoes, but don’t seem to know that what they’re kicking is the backside of the person sitting in front of them, but we’ve got a couple of more years before crossing that bridge with Asher. I am hoping that we will be on a plane mostly full of understanding souls, should Asher decide that a bus is his preferred mode of travel. Well no, what I’m hoping is that he’s cooler than the other side of the pillow tomorrow, and that we’ll land in Baton Rouge wondering what we were so worried about. And, regardless of how the flight may go, any thoughts about it will quickly be forgotten as we see all of the people that we love so well in Louisiana!
We’re so excited to be getting to bring Asher to Baton Rouge for the first time in the midst of all of the excitement surrounding the Saint’s victory, and Mardi Gras and cannot wait to see everyone. Although Drew hasn’t lived in Baton Rouge for many years, he carries the prevading Louisiana sense of laissez le bon temps rouler into our life daily, and will always be a bayou boy at heart. We can’t wait to share this wonderful part of our life with Asher!
Now, back to crossing those fingers…
Happy Monday!
