All Smiles

The trip to California went off without a hitch.  No delays.  Since I had everything with me I arrived with luggage in hand.  Regardless how you fly, it's twelve hours from check-in in Maine to arrival in California. 

I have made the trip enough times that at the airport I know where to look for restrooms, where to sit at the gate, and where to get a good sandwich at JFK in New York.  Once on the plane I no longer worry about where I will put my stuff or how to excuse myself from my seat.  I have learned to ask for coffee and water at the same time.  I landed in San Jose for the first time but knew enough to follow the crowd to exit the terminal.

Kenneth is almost eleven weeks old and has grown so much since my last visit.  He smiles easily and coos in reply to my attempt at conversation.  With short catnaps during the day, he now sleeps in his crib at night for long stretches of time.  Yesterday I tucked him in under my right arm, facing out, to walk him around the apartment, and he fell asleep for half an hour. 

In the evenings Claudia props him up on her legs for an end-of-day visit.  What's not to love?