Early in August, Paul, Caleb and I flew up to New York for Paul's dad's wedding. It was Caleb's first flight and he did great, although it was a rough trip for other reasons. First, the second leg of our trip from Atlanta to Syracuse got cancelled. The next flight they wanted to get us on left the next day and we would have missed the wedding...that wasn't going to work. So they put us on a flight leaving soon. When we got to the gate (about 10 minutes early), the flight was already gone. Finally they got us on a flight into Philadelphia, then on to Syracuse.
The trip took us an extra 5 or so hours. That wasn't the worst of it though. Because I assumed everything would go smoothly and we'd get to our final destination about 5 PM, I only packed a few diapers and one change of clothes in the diaper bag. One blow-out after the very first leg of the trip and Caleb was already into his extra set of clothes for the day. After all the waiting around in the Atlanta airport, i had to change him again and was left with only one diaper for the rest of the trip...and we were far from our destination. No place in the Atlanta airport sold diapers - how ridiculous! On the plane, we asked our flight attendant if she knew of any place in the Philadelphia airport that sold diapers. She couldn't help us. However, a very nice lady near us overheard our question and gave us an extra she had for her little girl. It was a size 5, and way too big for Caleb, but I was grateful for anything...I had visions of us carrying a filthy, soiled, stinky child all over the airport and on the plane - gross! We actually did find some diapers in the Philly airport and paid $8 for 2 (which were size 4 and still too big, by the way)!
When we finally got to Syracuse, our bags were lost, which we pretty much expected with all the craziness. So we had to stop at Walmart for diapers (we had packed a bunch, but they were in our checked baggage) and for toiletries, like toothbrushes and toothpaste. I wore Paul's cousin's wife's pajamas to bed that night and Paul wore his cousins underwear and socks the next day because we didn't have anything but the clothes on our backs. I thought I was going to have to wear what I wore on the plane to the wedding, and Paul would have to wear his mustard stained jeans (did I mention he was IN the ceremony, as Best Man?), but about 45 minutes before the ceremony started our bags got delivered. We've never been so happy to see our stuff!!!
The wedding was casual and fun and we had a nice time catching up with family and friends. It was country themed, so everyone wore jeans and cowboy boots. Here are a few pictures.
Caleb's first plane ride
Sheree being given away by her brother
Ceremony on the back deck of Dad and Sheree's cabin
The married couple
Paul and his sister, Sarah
The wedding party
First dance
Dollar dance - Paul collected money
Cutting the cake
Tired munchkin resting in Daddy's arms
After that, Paul, Caleb and I drove 3 hours to Paul's mom's house to visit with her. It was a short trip, but worth it. We stayed with her that night and Caleb got to sleep in the same crib that his daddy and aunt and uncle slept in when they were babies.


Our last stop was to see Billy, Raney and Jesse - friends of Paul's from when he was in college. He lived with Billy and Raney for a few semesters. Their son, Jesse, was a pretty good photographer! Funny to see a child's perspective!
