Keeping it Real

On a flight out of town this last week, Eli turned into that dreaded baby and we ended up those poor parents. You know, that over-tired, over-stimulated baby you can hear screaming from the front of the plane (the one no one wants to sit by). And you know, the parents red with embarrassment, avoiding evil glares from nearby passengers (particularly, serious ones in suits), pulling out any and all stops to get their baby to calm down and just sleep. Yep, that was us. I figure this incident is one of many initiations to parenthood.

*To baby E's credit, the return flight was a breeze and he was (thankfully) not the baby shrieking from the front of the plane.