Flying-with-baby-by-yourself =1, Mom = survived.
Everything really did go according to plan until they boarded early so vrap hit the fan. Poor Easton handled everything like a champ. He hardly cried but when he did he was hungry or squished. Gratefully, we had angels from heaven help us get in to our MIDDLE seat, and helped us off and get our stuff together. They really were blessings from heaven.
We slept nice and hard last night. We started the day today with baths, eating, and being outside. Easton is liking it a bit more than last time. I love it! I can't wait to go on a walk!
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