Last weekend, we made our second Los Angeles trip in Carter's 3-month existence. This time, though, we flew. We've heard the horror stories about traveling with babies, and we've both been on planes with children who screamed non-stop. So, I'd say we were overly prepared. Carter ate during take-off and landing for the trip down and slept in between. The trip back wasn't full, so he ate for take-off and landing and then played on the seat between us. He promptly pooped upon deplaning, as well. Gotta love changing that diaper in the airport bathroom. I used our peanut shell sling for both airport trips (sorry, no picture yet), too. He loves it, and now that he's old enough (and 14 pounds!), he was able to sit up in the "kangaroo pouch" hold. I promise to get pics in the next few days.
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