First, a little perspective

We are finally back from the trip to NY. I had a great time, but I’ll go into that later when I get the pics downloaded. I just want to say one thing. We really make life to complicated. We left my sister’s house yesterday at 7:45 am. Due to weather and delays and such we arrived home at 9:45 pm. That is 14 hours of traveling. Driving would have taken 16 and a half if we went the speed limit. We all have horror stories like this so I won’t go into detail. However, my boy performed like a champ. I can’t tell how fun it is when we land and the person in the seat in front of us says they didn’t know there was a baby behind them. All day long Jordan wanted to stand up and play with people. When we sat on the tarmac, he wouldn’t let me or the people next to me be unhappy. His parents spent all day worrying about the time and worrying about him. He didn’t care about the time and he knew he was OK. Sometimes I think adults make thing too complicated. He found the greatest joy in simply walking through the terminal while everyone smiled at him. I was complaining about my feet hurting. I was complaining about only being able to eat fast food when changing planes. He thinks formula is nature’s perfect food. He spent all day playing, napping, and eating. He loved every minute of it. I think sometimes we make being adults harder than it needs to be. We all got to walk, we all got to play with each other, we all got to eat, and we all got home. For a baby, that is a very good day.