To Grandmama’s House We’ve Gone


Nina and I are down in Florida visiting Grandmama and Grandaddy (who I would love to see Nina call “Gramps”…not sure how Gramps feels about that). Traveling solo with an infant, including a change of planes in Atlanta, was not nearly as easy as doing it with John, but it still went just fine. The hardest thing was keeping wiggly Nina from kicking our seatmate. She loved being on the crowded plane and looking around at all the people. When she wasn’t staring, she nursed and slept. At one point on the longer flight she got to moving around a whole lot, so I put her in the Ergo (this thing saved my life on the trip) and hung out in the back of the plane, bouncing. We met a very nice man named Matt, who is from Pensacola but works on a barge in the Brooklyn Navy Yards. He told me about a historic dive bar near the Navy Yards that is worth a visit (sans baby, I’m guessing). John and I will go check this out when I’m back in Brooklyn.

Nina’s enjoying the QT with her grandparents, and turning on the charm with lots of smiles and giggles. She’s sleeping well, including naps, in the Pack ‘n Play. She loves to reach for things like flowers, coffee cups, books or basically anything else you put in front of her.

One Response to “To Grandmama’s House We’ve Gone”

  1. Kathryn Says:

    Very adorable, Grandmama. His loving sister votes for Gramps!

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