On July 8, Tor boarded his first flight ever as he and I headed to California for Christina's bridal shower. I now know for sure that God sympathizes with solo-baby-wrangling mothers, because the seat next to us was empty on the way there, and we got bumped up to first class on the way back. Tor was a trouper on both flights, nursing on takeoff and landing to prevent ear pressure, playing with the seat belt for a good half-hour, taking a nap in the sling, and offering up a wet, but not dirty, diaper. Stylish.
The weekend was absolutely packed with family time: Christina's shower on Saturday, a pizza party afterward, a visit from Grandma Charmaine and Grandpa Chooch on Sunday, and Chinese food with the Karpluses Sunday night. This made for a lot of good pictures.
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| Interrupting the bride's beauty rest |
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| Grandson trumps coffee! (Mom, I'm sure you're thrilled I'm putting this out there.) |
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| "This is not the Tor you're looking for" |
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| First encounter with Mormor... |
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| ...and the first four-generation photo |
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| Shaking hands with Morfar |
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| Seems he'd already gotten to Laura's name tag by this point |
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| "Consider yourself a Karplus, kid" |
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| The center of attention--and loving it |
Norm and Charmaine hadn't seen the munchkin since January 10--at just two weeks old--so we were all thrilled that they could make it over to Orinda for the day!
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| It was a good thing Grandpa Chooch remembered his croakies |
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| The best attempt I've seen so far to make this hat look cool |
Below, Grandma Charmaine gets some good lovin' in at the Karplus house and then at the Andersens'.
To wrap it up, here's my Grandma with the Torito, and another four-generation shot. Thanks for hosting us, Grandma!
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| I give Grandma mad props for having SEVEN of these |
