Now I have time to go back a month to Sept. 1. Away we go.
Jonah took his first-ever flight and it happened to be an international one at that. And his mom/mum was solo. Not that I’m bragging. Okay, a little. British Airways has these trays that come down from the wall in front of the bulkhead seats and the flight attendants will place a bassinet there for you. It’s quite amazing, really. Jonah slept a good amount of the flight, and had very few meltdowns overall. This was good since my English seatmate, Paul, became Jonah’s surrogate father at the tender age of 24 years-old. Paul, wherever you are, I hope your research on Richard Nixon went well and I hope you enjoyed my lesson in lactation. My mother was waiting at Dulles with a balloon. It was the sweetest welcome ever. Even if I had to handle all our luggage myself.
That night everyone and their mom (in some cases, literally) came over to see the J man. They came bearing gifts. Three weeks later we had a huge suitcase filled with them. Thanks everyone! And then we worked off our jet lag.
We headed to my dad & stepmom’s after. Jonah’s first real crib to sleep in and first time meeting a dog. And while we’re on firsts- first time mama drove him solo. I only swerved over the yellow line once. My dad passed down to his grandson a castle he first built for Micah. We are honored to have it.
Then back to mom’s. More friends came over and then that night a few of us had a little baby shower for Summer. Jonah has many girlfriends but right now he is saving himself for Luisa. Who was a little fresh with him, truth be told. See for yourself.
And guess what news Becky (Rebecca to you, please) had?!!
Friday was family over and then we were off.
My mom drove with us to West Chester, PA to see aunt/uncle/cousins/cousins’ kids (I forget what that makes them to me). Good peoples. Good times. For my aunt’s birthday, my cousin Jason had us all to his c o u n t r y c l u b. Play on, playa!!
The next day I was supposed to seamlessly pick up a rental car near my great aunt but it didn’t happen that way. There is a story involving Labor Day weekend, the Philadelphia airport, a rogue GPS instruction and two different rental car companies but let’s save that one for when I can bore you in person.
Stay tuned tomorrow for where Bryan joins in Part II: Manhattan and then later Part III: Long Island. Part IV will eventually follow: Bryan’s trip to Scotland sans wife and baby which simultaneously coincided with his uninterrupted nights of plentiful sleep.