First Flight

Truman had a great time on our flight to San Diego. He seemed to be a little confused by the sensations of the plane landing, but wasn't distressed. He took a nice big nap and flirted with everyone who would smile back (and even a few people who weren't).

Notice the "first flight" onesie. He was wearing a different outfit before we left and it got dirty so I asked Joe to grab me whatever I saw quickest, which was this orange onesie. I completely forgot it said "first flight" on it until we got on the plane. Apparently my subconscious is punny.













My mom and Grandma took us out to dinner at Miguel's after we arrived.