"This aint no disco. This aint no country club either..."
Well, we've made it to Southern Cal (Orange, via LAX). No post yesterday due to tired baby and family reunion-style talking.
It was a great flight. First, we met a family from France with 6 children under 11. Shawn had a great hour-long game of catch with most of them. I had first seen them in the airport restaurant and got a little teary eyed over the fact that we never see large families like that anymore. I remarked to Shawn that it was cool to know that there are families like us (or like we plan to be) all over the world. Like a remnant of people who want to reflect as much love as possible. Once we met them (they sort of 'bum-rushed' Daniel while he was playing with a ball, we experienced what great kids they are. With my limited French and the eleven year old's wonderful English, we were able to eek out a little conversation. Her name is Faustine -- isn't that a beautiful name?
The most incredible part of the trip, though, was the fact that Buck was great. If you've read any of the emails I've written in the past, you know that I fear airline travel with the baby the way many people fear death -- it never goes quickly enough and almost always hurts. This trip, Buck was entertained and amusing and only needed attention not to scream his head off. Of course, I did learn that a baby can play "drop the plastic cup" for at least an hour and a half without pause.
An interesting "celebrity sighting" is that Robert Downey Junior (Spelling?) was sitting in front of us. We were in the first row of coach and he was in the last row of 1st class. I only noticed him because I was coveting the awesome pumas he was wearing. Beautiful style that I've never seen before. He was reading US weekly. I found that ironic.
Now we're here. Check in to the beach house this afternoon.
Can't wait.
It was a great flight. First, we met a family from France with 6 children under 11. Shawn had a great hour-long game of catch with most of them. I had first seen them in the airport restaurant and got a little teary eyed over the fact that we never see large families like that anymore. I remarked to Shawn that it was cool to know that there are families like us (or like we plan to be) all over the world. Like a remnant of people who want to reflect as much love as possible. Once we met them (they sort of 'bum-rushed' Daniel while he was playing with a ball, we experienced what great kids they are. With my limited French and the eleven year old's wonderful English, we were able to eek out a little conversation. Her name is Faustine -- isn't that a beautiful name?
The most incredible part of the trip, though, was the fact that Buck was great. If you've read any of the emails I've written in the past, you know that I fear airline travel with the baby the way many people fear death -- it never goes quickly enough and almost always hurts. This trip, Buck was entertained and amusing and only needed attention not to scream his head off. Of course, I did learn that a baby can play "drop the plastic cup" for at least an hour and a half without pause.
An interesting "celebrity sighting" is that Robert Downey Junior (Spelling?) was sitting in front of us. We were in the first row of coach and he was in the last row of 1st class. I only noticed him because I was coveting the awesome pumas he was wearing. Beautiful style that I've never seen before. He was reading US weekly. I found that ironic.
Now we're here. Check in to the beach house this afternoon.
Can't wait.
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