I thought we were going to have a great flight because Peyton was sound asleep, but that only lasted like 15 minutes. She was up almost the entire flight. Thankfully I had a whole row to myself, and it was the one behind the wall, so there were no seats in front of us. I did a lot of standing and bouncing. She did fuss, and even let out a few screams, but she was still really good. Traveling alone wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Everyone is really helpful when you have a baby by yourself. I still can't wear my rings, and I still look 15, so I felt the judging eyes. HA!
Chillin' during our two hour layover in Atlanta.
And I know Cole isn't my kid and this is a blog about Peyton, but he is just so cute. And he is her future husband. : )