First Flight

Sadly, Yale's grandfather died last month. We decided we wanted to take the whole family to Montana for the funeral. This meant that Sophia got to fly in an airplane for the fist time and Yale and I had our pioneer flight with both of the kids. Olivia is a veteran of a couple plane trips, including one to Europe, but they were both before she was a year old. All in all, I think we can call it a success. Olivia, it turns out, absolutely loves flying and everything about it, including things that most adults detest, such as hanging out at the airport and going through security. She loved having her own seat by the window, with her own tray/table. The whole experience was making her very happy. This was a huge relief to us, especially Yale, who is what you might call a white-knuckle flyer. The girls also got to meet their Auntie Ashley while they were in MT. Yale tried for a week before the trip to explain that he has a younger sister named Ashley, but since they'd never met Ashley (although Olivia had met her when she was an infant), the whole idea of Daddy having a sister who is an adult was pretty abstract and incomprehensible to them. And of course the girls both love hanging out with their grandparents and their dogs, too. It's especially nice for Yale & I to leave them with the grandparents for a while, and since they're usually more than willing, so are we. Yale took the girls to his office last weekend and they had taken the elevator up. Yale walked out of the elevator but the girls decided they wanted to stay in for some reason. When the elevator door eventually closed, of course the girls got very scared and started screaming. Yale ran back and pushed the button to get the door back open, and when the girls came out, Olivia explained that "the elevator thought we were grown-ups."