Baby in flight

We returned on Saturday evening from a week in DC. I went there for orientation for my new job, and since I wasn't quite prepared to leave Callum for a whole week, Torsten and Callum came with me. We were really lucky that all the details just kind of fell into place and it turned out to be a pretty straightforward process to get it all booked and scheduled.

I was a little worried about how it would go, not just with the baby on the plane (although definitely also with the baby on the plane... my child is very loud in an exuberant, happy, but still definitely LOUD manner) but with Torsten staying with him in the hotel all day while I went off to work for the first time since he was born (as opposed to staying home to work), the intensive schedule we had planned, the humidity, etc. But it actually all came together quite seamlessly.

Callum slept big chunks of the flight, and was minimally fussy for the rest of it. He continued to rack up the compliments on his thighs, per usual. He waited patiently in his stroller in the late-night humidity while we spent over an hour picking up the rental car and wrestling with the unfamiliar car seat installation. He didn't nap much during the day, but he slept great at night and wasn't fussy despite the lack of naps, so we weren't complaining. He was a great sport about the back-to-back visits, dinners, and meetings that we set up. He was even better behaved on the flight home, sleeping for most of it and contentedly looking around and smiling at the other passengers for the rest of the time.

And we had fun too. My training was great and exceptionally useful, and I met a whole bunch of really interesting, smart coworkers. We spent a couple days with my sister and her family. Callum and Morgan got some more bonding time in, including their favorite activity, tag team crying:



We saw lots of friends, some of whom we hadn't seen since we moved away from DC two and a half years ago. We got in some business meetings with former and/or potential future coworkers. We stayed in a lovely hotel, and went swimming in the hotel pool. We added to the list of states Callum has visited. We did not sleep much, but it was totally worth it.

As with our trip to Santa Fe, it was different than our pre-baby trips, but not in a bad way. In fact, I would go so far as to say it was better. I continue to be impressed with how easily Callum fits into our lifestyle. He's just so easygoing, and it's so much fun to be with him. I know a lot of it has to do with his particular personality, but he never stops surprising me with how easily he adapts to everything we do with him.

Oh, and he has two teeth now. They aren't all the way up yet, but they are there, distinctly visible and startlingly white as soon as he opens his mouth. And those suckers are sharp! If I had been the one growing them, you can bet I would have been VERY grumpy about it. But Callum hardly seemed to notice, and was still a great travel companion.

And completely adorable, naturally. But that really goes without saying.