Drool on a Plane
We’re on our way to Mexico, and are currenty in Phoenix. Traveling on a plane with a baby is certainly easier before they can move, say “dat dat dat” while pointing to things they want, and have the strength to pull the window shade out of its track.
Aubrey’s brother and his wife got bumped last night off of their flight, so they are on the same flight as us to El Paso. Party time.