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.
|Interrupting the bride's beauty rest|
|Grandson trumps coffee! (Mom, I'm sure you're thrilled I'm putting this out there.)|
|"This is not the Tor you're looking for"|
|First encounter with Mormor...|
|...and the first four-generation photo|
|Seems he'd already gotten to Laura's name tag by this point|
|"Consider yourself a Karplus, kid"|
|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!
|It was a good thing Grandpa Chooch remembered his croakies|
|The best attempt I've seen so far to make this hat look cool|