... of {lucky} number 13

Tomorrow Abram and I leave for Colorado. It will be his 13th plane ride. As I've stated before, plane travel has gotten progressively harder as he's gotten older, more mobile, more vocal, and more opinionated. Ah, I miss the days when he snuggled in my arms, fast asleep for the majority of the day. I can't believe that I ever uttered the words: "I can't wait until..." I really wish that I had just savored his first four or so months just a little more.

So we shall see if this plane ride holds up to it's numerical superstition or if, by the grace of God, it's easy as pie... It will also be the first plane ride that we are taking minus Quinn, which I know will make it harder. So we are praying the Bubba-San will be highly cooperative and wonderful. Oh, and did I mention the flight is at 6am. Yeah, I thought that would be a good idea at the time. I am now greatly regretting this decision. But we will make it through, maybe a little tired, a little frazzled, a little messy, and quite possibly a little embarrassed, but we will make it.

The most recent Abram shots have been of him helping me play the guitar.

He was surprisingly still and entranced during this session, but many of the chords were muted as his little hands were exploring all over the strings.

Abram and I play in his room for a good amount everyday and even though he has a good amount of toys, his favorite thing to play with is a knob.

At least we know that he doesn't actually need expensive things to be entertained.

We've also had to get a "baby jail", as I like to call it. It's technically called a "super yard"! (which sounds much more fun. But we are essentially wrangling him in the least cat hairy part of the house so that we can get stuff done while he gets a small amount of crawling freedom.

Obie really likes to be where the action is, though. Soon enough this room will be super cat hairy as well, I'm sure.

Well, I have put Abram down for his second nap already at 2:45, because his first nap was about 30 minutes and he was getting really fussy. I think he's fallen asleep and I will be praying that this one is long enough to get him rested. We have a birthday at Chuck E Cheese tonight, but I think Quinn will have to go with him and I will stay at home and try and get some last minute stuff done.

Next blog post will be from the lovely state of Colorado. Home, sweet home :)

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