At the ripe old age of three months, little Aiden took his first airplane ride (four of them in all)! Just Aiden and myself headed down to California so he could meet his great grandparents and the rest of the family. I spent countless hours researching best practices of traveling with infants and stocking up on tricks/distractions just in case he was an unhappy camper. In the end, he was a dream to travel with (just like everyone said he would be) and had no problem staying happy, taking naps and checking out the world from way up in the sky. I fed him on the way up, gave him drops of water on the way down and he flirted with any passenger within eye-shot when he wasn't napping. Looking back, I realize I was way over-prepared and over-concerned.
I snapped a few shots of Aiden as the first plane started to move and the engines geared up for take-off. He was QUITE unsure of the situation at first and expressed major concern with his little furrowed brow but never with a cry. He was such a brave little traveler!
Aiden was a huge hit with the great-grandparents (everyone else we visited). He was pretty overwhelmed by large (read loud) groups of people so we spent many hours hanging out in quiet corners. Unfortunately, I was so caught up in the moment during our visit that I failed to get photos of him with everybody (boo!) but there was a group shot taken that I will try to get my hands on. :)
