Last week, Mommy woke me up from my slumber really early and took me on my first ever plane ride!

I wasn’t bothered at all by waking up early; a little confused, maybe. But I was happy to be with her and going to a new place. Then we got on the plane. Mommy’s assessment: could’ve been better, could’ve been worse.

I didn’t love it, honestly. It was pretty cramped, and if I’m in Mommy’s lap sideways, I don’t really fit in those small seats. Hey, I’m one tall baby! So I did what any reasonable baby would do – I kicked. A lot.

Turns out, I kicked the guy next to us. But you know, he didn’t mind at all! He thought I was really cute and told Mommy not to worry about it.

When he was tried to sleep later, I didn’t like it very much. I wanted him to play with me! So I kept reaching for him and Mommy had to work really hard to keep me away from him.

I did sleep some. Not as much as Mommy would’ve liked, but she’ll get over it.

Then we arrived and my Daddy was waiting for us! I was so happy to see him!

So that was my first flying adventure. Soon, I’ll be a pro! We didn’t take any pics this time because Mommy and I both were pretty wiped out. Maybe next time.