I was really worried about her being angry and uncomfortable and loud for the whole hour-long flight - but she was surprisingly we'll-behaved!! She was a little loud when we first got on the plane, because she wanted to see everything and pull everyone's hair, but luckily the flight wasn't full and we got a whole row to oursselves so once I sat down she settled down.
I was SO worried about takeoff, because Ruthe's ears always hurt her like crazy when we drive up mountains. The whole takeoff and climb was the funniest thing - Ruthe YAWNED. Which (one) is just really funny and (two) probably helped her ears pop and saved me from her screams!
I was also smart enough to turn my camera on so she could see herself, which kept her narcissistic little self happy.
And then she fell asleep. And she slept for pretty much the whole flight - until we landed.
After that I had to juggle an excited baby, her empty carseat, and a way-too-overpacked diaper bag all the way to baggage claim.
Where my parents were not standing waiting to relieve me of the craziest baby on earth. Or get my suitcase off the carousel.
Apparently the pilot was speeding all the way to Vegas and we landed about fifteen minutes early. That's cool, because we got back sooner, and my parents were really only about five minutes behind us. But when I woke up on Friday my left arm was killing me!! Ruthe is getting FAT!
She's still the best thing ever, though!