Sunday morning meant that it was time to say goodbye to St. Louis and our friends when Jessi dropped us off at the airport for Kylie's first flight. As opposed to my first time in an airplane at age 20, she was just 9 1/2 months old.
Standing in line to board brought us the crazy surprise of seeing aunt Kim! She was also headed back to Omaha after a girls' weekend in St. Louis. What are the odds?
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| Wait, we're doing what?!? |
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| Our attempt at a self-portrait before departure |
Since the plane was only partially full Kim moved to sit with us for the second half of the flight and helped entertain Kylie. What a God-send since I had been a little nervous about flying with Kylie by myself the first time. No one wants to be the person with a screaming baby on the plane! Kylie did great on the flight though. Luckily it was only an hour long, as it was getting close to nap time and she was pretty tired by the time we landed. The whole experience made me thankful once again to have been blessed with such a good baby.
The carrier - yay! :) Glad she did so well!
ReplyDeletePS - She looks so BIG in these photos.