he’s hugging a moose, that’s maine-ish and therefor relevant to this post. photo cred: christa, of course

Hey kids!
Just checking in to let you know that we all made it through two flights and a layover in one piece.
Thanks for all of your suggestions and good travel vibes – we watched the same Little Einstein’s episode 14,000 times and broke out a brand new version of Peekaboo Barn to keep things calm, cool and collected at our cruising altitude. 
I’ll be honest and admit that I thought I would blog a new, witty diatribe about motherhood today while the baby napped but after spending 20 minutes standing in the one corner of the hotel room that couldn’t be spotted from his crib (and eating my drive through Wendy’s salad standing up in said corner), I treated myself to a little nap instead. And that, my friends, is the answer to “how do you travel with a baby?” – you sacrifice your dignity for the promise of a hotel nap.
If you need me, I’ll be hiding from my baby in my bed, drinking boxed Target wine from a paper hotel bathroom cup. 
And I’ll wearing a jacket because it is cold here.