For some insane reason, my husband and I decided to drag our daughter with us to a wedding. Still under two, she sat as a lap–child for the long journey from San Francisco to small-town New Hampshire.
I brought DVDs, food, diapers, books, and small toys to entertain her. After we packed the car for the airport, I snatched my sleepy head from her crib and put her in the carseat. Awake two hours earlier than usual, she was surprisingly chipper and excited to go to the airport. An angelic babe, she did not fuss once between San Francisco and Hartford, CT, even with a stop in Chicago along the way. Sure she would lose it in the car, she took in the scenery and sang songs on our 90–minute journey to New Hampshire.
To see what happened on the return trip,
Feeling blessed for the easy trip out East, I was certain the return trip would be a killer, especially with one extra stop. Once again, my girl proved to be a trooper. Another car ride and a nine–hour flight that involved stops in Chicago and Los Angeles and finally home, my rock-star baby amazed me with without even a shriek during the travels.
Even as a pregnant, nondrinking wedding guest, I enjoyed it more than most nuptials I have attended. My husband and I (bump included) danced the night away with friends and family to exceptional tunes. Best of all, we loved having our sweet pea along for the ride.