So Becky and I (and our beautiful appendage) are back from our trip to outer-space, a.k.a. our trip to Boston and the middle-of-nowhere.
Clem, as expected, was perfect on the plane. What else could we expect from such an easy-going baby? He also paid-out for his grandparents by figuring-out crawling and cutting his first tooth while we were there. My mother got the joy of discovering the tooth. He was working on pulling up to standing before we left Texas, but only worked it out for real in the Logan airport Hilton. Yesterday we all had jetlag and slept until one. Today I awoke at dawn (7:30) and Becky arose shortly after. Clem tried to have jetlag again after spending most of the midnight hours of last night screaming and bouncing in his cot. But he awoke before ten and Becky found him standing in his cot holding onto the bars and screaming.
The trip was a roaring success and I am busy now that we’re back, but I have a lot of pics to put up and I want to get them up before too long, so I’ll do my best.
I hope everyone is well, all over the world. Cynicism says no.