Who takes an eleven-week old baby on a plane? Seriously? Of course, it turned out the flight was uneventful, well sort of. I decided to sleep, eat and smile almost the entire way there. I was just as pleasant on the way home, other than a really nasty blowout of my diaper. Mom and dad had to change me on their laps, bu thankfully the other person in our row was a really nice man with 4 kids of his own. He understood. However, the stewardess did give mom a dirty look when she handed over the plastic bag full of dirty diaper and the onesie that I ruined.
While we were in Denver, we stayed with Emily and Nick Sass and their dog Dorsey. They were great hosts and we loved the city. Dad got to go skiing and mom and I had no problem staying behind and supporting the Denver retail industry. It was really sunny and beautiful all weekend and we all had a lot of fun seeing how things are in the Rocky Mountains. On Saturday I got to meet mom's oldest friend Jen and that night I got to sleep under a table while the adults went out to a nice Valentine's Day dinner.
Good thing we got home when we did because it has been snowing in Cincinnati ever since. Dad has had 2 snow days and has discovered new tricks to get me to smile and even giggle. Of course the giggle happened in between takes but I promise I will let them capture it on camera once I feel more comfortable.