Honestly, she was an angel the whole way. The first leg - Rochester to Philadelphia, she sat in her little seat, seatbelt fastened, reading the in flight magazines and eating Goldfish. We must have looked a pictured the pair of us - the stewardess even came and asked me if she could read already!
We had a 2 hour stop in Philly before our next flight to Dublin - at this stage I was getting sleepy - but queen Blythe wished to bestoy her love of the dear people of Philadelphia - sitting in her carriage (stroller), being pushed by her servant (me) and waving and laughing at everyone.
She hasn't quite got her laugh worked out yet - it's a little bit scary. Someone would smile at her, and she'd look up at them and let out a loud 'BWAHAHAHAHA!'
I got some funny looks.
The star tantrum saver of the trip was the pack of stickers I got at the dollar store. she played happily decorating the wall of the plane to Dublin for about an hour and a half before crashing out on my lap for a few hours.
By the time we finally got to Cork, the poor child was exhausted - fast asleep the whole way home. But bless her, she stayed up til about 7.30pm Irish time before crawling into bed and sleeping for twelve hours straight.
Happy Baby. Happy Mummy.
And for my dear AntiqueAttic - the start of your photo collection:
