Taylor logged her second flight last week – we flew to Las Vegas for a couple of days. Overall the trip went well and I’m glad we went, but travelling with a baby is a lot of work! I assumed that T.J. would sleep on the plane, but she had no desire to miss out on the experience. If you think that the seats on the plane are tight, try having a wriggling baby on your lap who wants to touch everyone around her. Taylor wanted to get to know the other passengers, so we made up a new game that I call, “Don’t touch the person in the seat next to you”. The game is about as self-explanatory (and tedious) as it sounds. The flight back was a little easier because the plane was only about 2/3 full. We went to the back row so that T.J. could jump around and burn off some energy. She loved being in the back because all of the flight attendants were back there and she got to be the center of their attention.
Unfortunately, one of the things we seem to have brought back from our trip is a cold. Our whole household is sick this week, and to top it off, I think Taylor is teething again. I can’t be sure because she won’t let me look into her mouth but she’s fussy and drooling up a storm and she often gets sick when she’s teething. She’s also been biting me when she’s frustrated or tired, so I’ve ended up with a trail of teeth marks on my hands, arms and shoulders. It’s surprising how much damage those little chompers can do! When I tell her “no biting”, she still ignores me, but when Zach says it, she seems to understand. We think it’s because she responds to his deeper voice, so I’m working on my baritone to let her know that I mean business.
We had a quick trip to the flower exhibit at the Bellagio. I don’t know which she enjoyed more, the flowers or the people-watching:
Taylor is caught in the act of tearing up magazines and playing with a soda can: