Washington

Well, we arrived safely in Washington yesterday. I am starting to become quite spoiled riding in first class on Alaska Airlines. {My dad flew Isabella and I home for a last minute visit, and he flew us home first class.}

I don’t know what it is, I know you shouldn’t, but you do, feel “better” about your whole self when you get to ride in FIRST CLASS.

Plus, Isabella and I got the first row all to our selves. I was very worried about flying alone again, and I prayed and prayed that Isabella would be good and sleep the majority of the 1.5 hour flight. I packed her a very fun bag of books she has had the chance to look at, toys she especially loved, and snacks that are very good (just in case the whole sleeping thing didn’t work out).

We are starting to get this flying thing down though. The first couple times I flew alone with her we got on the plane right away. BIG MISTAKE. I couldn’t keep her in our row, or out of the person’s things next to us. So this time, we waited until we were basically the last people on.

And, guess what?

She didn’t want to sleep on the plane.

But, she did sit on my lap the entire time.

We looked at books for a long time, played with her water bottle, my water bottle, the ladies behind us, the food (1 broccoli floret, 2 carrot sticks, 3 celery sticks, 1 container of specialty ranch dressing, one small bun with cheese and turkey, 1 radish, 2 green olives, and 1 Seattle’s best chocolate truffle on a china plate) that only the “special” people in 1st class get, we went to the bathroom once (where I let her pull the toilet paper roll, the napkins, and wash her hands,

and FINALLY as we were descending and I could see the beauty of the Emerald City (Seattle) she wanted to breast feed. She wanted to go to sleep. So the last 15 minutes of the flight she slept. It was so typical of Isabella. But It was 15 minutes of pure joy. I was exhausted from it all.

But, the entire flight, my daughter did not cry, or make any scenes.

To everyone around us she was a pure delight!

Wow! Let me relish in my competiMommy moment, please.