First or last?

This week we are off to visit my brother and his wife up in Portland. Our parents are meeting us there and we are then going to spend the majority of the time out at the Oregon coast. Should be fantastic, rainy with a high of 65. Seriously, that sounds like heaven after our very hot June.

But this vacation came with a lot of apprehension. We were traveling with Connor for the first time. Lots of firsts - first airplane trip, first time away from his home, first over night trip. Considering how active this guy is things could get pretty bad, pretty quickly. So we have been joking, this will be either our first trip with Connor, or our last.



Turns out we needn't have worried. He was super great on the plane. Flirting with everyone around him, lots of smiles, and very active play. He sprawled on our laps and he could kick and roll. He spent a lot of time watching out the window (it is like that TV thing mom doesn't let him watch). Everyone around us congratulated us on how wonderful a traveler he was. So this may just be an exception, but the first plane trip went well. We will see on the return trip!



So we safely made here to Portland!