We all had to get up at 4 am to get to the airport on time. Chris wasn't able to come with us this time around, so Ry and I were on our own for the flight. Fortunately, he was
great. He flirted with everyone! Unfortunately, he was so excited he couldn't sleep. And he certainly wasn't willing to sleep at Nonna's house. So, by the time he fell asleep in the car, on the way to his Great Mamaw's birthday party, he was over tired. Apparently an hour nap in the car was not sufficient because he was so overwhelmed when we arrived. He wanted nothing to do with anyone other than me. At least at first.
This was the face he made when anyone picked him up or even looked at him. Poor sad baby.
He warmed up to Uncle Dustin, so long as I was right there.
The following day he was back to his usual happy, rested self...
Nonna accompanied us on the flight back. He played full force for the first 1.5 hours.
Then passed out for the last hour...
Happy 88th birthday Great Mamaw!
The following day he was back to his usual happy, rested self...
Nonna accompanied us on the flight back. He played full force for the first 1.5 hours.
Then passed out for the last hour...
Happy 88th birthday Great Mamaw!
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