Someone had their first long airplane ride last week. We made sure he was fueled up with plenty of fruit loops and milk.
And was certainly enthralled with the planes on the tarmac.
After a rough first leg to Houston (where someone screamed and kicked the seat in front of him for 90 minutes) he fell asleep on the leg from Houston to Hayden.
But not until he had a little daddy time.
But on the layover in Houston he insisted on pushing his own luggage, which wouldn't cooperate and kept meandering all over the airport.
But he sure does look cute doing it!
Once in Hayden, we rode the Storm Mountain Express to the condo, and Rman decided he needed to drive.
But I'm glad he didn't because once again, he was out.
Missing all the beautiful scenery driving by.
We arrived in once piece, to see this out our window.
We're in for a great week!