Leaving on a jet plane

So, it's been ages since I've posted. I have so much to share, but haven't found the time to share anything lately. Last week Aaron and Alex (and his parents and nephew) went on their annual skiing trip to Park City, Utah. Harrison and I stayed at home - there's no way I could handle the elevation there (7000 ft at the hotel!), and Harrison's too little to enjoy it anyway. My mother came to town to keep us company (and help since Harrison and I both had horrible colds!).

Alex handles new things so much better when he knows a bit what to expect. So, since I wouldn't be there for some of his "firsts" like riding on a plane, or skiing (at least first time he remembers doing those things), I explained what it's like. Before this trip, the only other time he was on a plane he was 13 months, so he has no memory of it. But no amount of explanation compares to the real deal!

Hanging from the ceiling in Alex's bedroom are probably 20-25 airplanes. So, he's pretended to be riding in airplanes for several years now. Even though the return trip was so bumpy he asked Aaron where he could throw up (poor little guy!), it was definitely a GREAT experience for him. (Fortunately he was able to hold back, and they landed just in time for his stomach to settle.) But despite the rough weather, whenever he sees or hears a plane flying up in the air, he is so excited that he wants to tell me all about his trip again!

Getting ready to load up in the cars for the drive to the
airport in Baltimore. (Harrison stayed home with me,
Aaron was just holding him to help keep him
a bit warmer while I snapped the photo.)

Small boy.
Huge backpack.

Even bigger plane!
Watching "Madagascar" while waiting to board.
Aaron's Blackberry proved VERY useful during this trip!
"I can see our house!"
Aaron didn't have the heart to tell him
that he was actually a two-hour drive away from our house!