We Heart Airplanes, Too

Our flight down was uneventful, but tiring. We had a whole row to ourselves and while that appeared to be awesome, Finley was totally uninterested in sitting on my lap or anywhere else for that matter. He wanted to crawl on the seats, crawl under the seats, walk up and down the aisle, be carried up and down the aisle, etc. Arg. At least he didn't complain about his ears popping!

However, our flight back home was much more fun. My worst nightmare of being seated by the window with two people next to me AND Finley on my lap came true, but that ended up being a gift. Since we were trapped by the window, he never showed an inclination to want to get up and move around. Phew! Looking out the window at take off was thrilling and all consuming.

He called out "car!" "truck!" "a-pane!" (airplane) and just loved seeing so much on the move. We even saw the rarest of the rare: a yellow airport fire truck! The actual flight was pretty fun, too. Finley sat nicely, snacked on and off, chatted with me, held tightly onto his new toy bus from Grammy, and we read his new dump truck book a dozen times. The funniest entertainment, though, was the safety card. On both flights, Finley couldn't get enough of the trifold comic book. He pointed at the emergency inflatable slide and said, "Wheee!" I hadn't looked at one of these things in years and now feel much more prepared for an inflight disaster.

We landed, got our bag, and met Dan at the car. While Finley played a little hard to get with his beloved Dada at first, by bedtime, it was a tickle fest! Finley loves being tickled, but now knows how to tickle us right back!

Traveling is fun, but nothing's better than home :)