Guess where we are? The airport! :)
Can I just say that taking an 11 month old - by myself - through baggage drop, security, train to terminal, boarding plane, sitting on plane, leaving plane, public restrooms, baggage claim, other baggage claim, to passenger pickup - makes me feel invincible? :) And it makes me thankful for a Baby Bjorn, too.
We flew to San Antonio to visit some friends. Luke was excellent on the plane. After he waved to all the passengers, made a big public spectacle of pooping - oh yes - and pulled the arm hairs of the middle aged male passenger next to us - he fell asleep and slept through the entire flight.
We spent the next few days with one of my favorite people on the earth and her adorable little girl.
I got to celebrate my birthday with them, too!
We had lunch at the health food store.
We drug the kiddos through Wal-Mart.
And had a fancy dinner overlooking the lake, thanks to favorite-person-on-earth's husband, who watched the babies one evening. Happy birthday to me! :)
Next, we met up with Adam and headed to another little town outside of San Antonio to visit more favorite-people-on-earth. More details to come!
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