About a month ago, LA Baby took her first plane ride. Suffice it to say, happily, it was for the most part uneventful. Grace was a champ. She slept most the trip (including one takeoff), and played with her toys - including a very cool spherical rattle (I got to get me one of those).

Of course, there were a few trips to the airplane bathroom (you have not lived until you've changed your kid's diaper in the airplane bathroom - or as I like to call it, "The Other Mile High Club").

And sure, there were those few times she spit up all over me and Our Woman in LA. But, that's why you travel with spare shirts. A few of them.

Here is LA Baby and Our Woman in LA pre-flight. LA Baby is getting snuggly in the baby sling (this one is called the Baby Pouch, not very manly looking, but the kid loves it, so Our Man abides).



The second pic is Gracie on the plane, playing very intently with the aforementioned ball rattle. Notice the bib? Yeah, she started teething right before this trip. That means extra drool. Fun times. And by fun, I mean, a baby's body weight in saliva.