That baby on the plane?

The one who fussed or cried most of the flight with that pathetic/dramatic oh-the-world-is-ending-whimper whimper? That was our baby. She was so so tired but just could not find the right position to sleep in. Believe you me she tried everything: on mommy, on daddy, on both, scrunched up, stretched out, on her tummy, on her back, on her side, legs hanging off the seat, head hanging off the seat, and every variation in between. Also there was that low fever she had, controlled somewhat by the Mexican Tylenol. She had two new little teeth to show for it. Aren't you proud, random stranger?

And anyway, isn't she cute?





See, that makes it all okay.