We loaded everyone into the car---Mommy, Granddaddy, Big Sister (who was the most experienced traveler among us. Thank goodness for all her help.), Baby Sister and me. Every inch of the car was packed with our few suitcases. And all the multitude of other stuff that you have to take when you travel with a baby. Then off we headed to the Atlanta airport.
We all hoped that Baby Sister's first plane ride would go well but didn't really know what to expect. But she travelled like a pro. She was on pacifier #4 by the time the plane took off. Pacifiers are gone from her daytime routine but was a special "airplane treat." We weren't prepared to grab them as quickly as she could throw them.
It was quite an experience. As we waited at the gate before boarding, Baby Sister and I made the rounds, letting her walk as much as possible before she had to sit still on the plane. The airport is so different with a cute baby in tow. A very distinguished businessman played peek-a-boo with her. (He started it.) An elegantly dressed lady stopped reading to pat-a-cake with Baby Sister. We're pretty sure they were grandparents, too. Baby Sister waved to everyone sitting there and blew kisses to the most friendly. She had lots of friends by the time we boarded.
When we landed in Austin, Texas the young daddy-types seated near us all talked to her and told her how good she was on the plane and asked how old she was. And then told us the ages of their children. Think they were missing their own little ones.
Baby Sister stayed in a good mood on the last leg of Thursday's journey--another hour's drive to Horseshoe Bay which is near Marble Falls. We don't really know where we were. Just somewhere deep in the heart of Texas for the wedding of someone dear to us.
You know more of this trip is coming but I have to rest first. We got home in the wee hours of the morning. The camera and I both need to be recharged before I can post more photos.