In August 2011, we decided to
take a real trip, like on an airplane, to go to New York City and Atlanta.
Sweetpea was a dream traveler. We were a little worried that take offs and
descents would hurt her ears or that the long trip crammed into a small space
on a plane would be bothersome for Sienna. Fortunately, she was happy as can
be. She smiled at everyone, wanted to bounce on our laps and wanted to be held.
Vince and I would pass her back and forth to one another when our arms would get
sore. Thank goodness Sweetpea was so
awesome because none of our flights were direct. They ALL had a stopover (with
a change of plane – oh joy!).
While in NYC, our first day, we encountered rain. Hard rain.
That didn’t keep us cooped in our hotel. We braved the rain like everyone else.
Sweetpea wasn’t fazed at all. It was just a lot of work for us. Luckily, the
weather improved and we had a great time being tourists.
Next stop, Atlanta to visit Uncle Jo, Joey and Amie. Since
it was August, the weather was very HOT and HUMID. Again, Sienna stuck it out.
While we tried to keep her in doors most of the time, we did watch a portion of
Joey’s football game. After probably an
hour, if that, we decided the scorching heat was too match to handle, especially
with the Sweetpea, so we went back to Uncle Jo’s. Again we had a great time visiting and we can’t
wait to go back again. Especially since Atlanta has a wonderful children’s
museum that we brought the boys to when they were little and I’m sure Sienna
would love as well.
Unfortunately, our flight home wasn’t as uneventful as our
flight going out. On our flight from Atlanta to Denver, our little Sweetpea
unfortunately had explosive poopie action happen. So explosive it shot out of
her diaper, through her clothes and onto my shirt and shorts. In close
quarters, such as a plane, there isn’t any way of masking that smell. Luckily, the
guy next to me (who I remember telling me, “no worries, I have a small baby
myself”) was super nice as I had to jump over him to get to the closet sized
lavatory. I asked the flight attendant if there was a changing station anywhere
and she informed me they did indeed have one…in the lavatory. Ok, this was the
challenging part. Besides my baby and I both covered in poop, I then had to maneuver
myself with a large diaper bag, holding Sienna in one arm and pull down the lid
of the toilet and bring down the changing table that barely accommodated Sienna
with the other arm. Then I had to change Sienna by myself, whom by this time
was very frightened by being placed down on a shelf they called a changing table, in an extremely noisy and shaking lavatory.
Luckily, I was able to manage, we all survived it and it’s now a story in her
blog…
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