i'll fly away

i think he's starting to realize that his extremities are attached to his body. a couple of times i've caught him staring at his feet (and drooling), wiggling his toes as if to say, "are those mine?"
so we're going to virginia next week and i really need to start thinking about how it's all going to go down. it's kind of overwhelming me because just getting out the door to go to the grocery is a 45-minute ordeal and there isn't a
time deadline.
the time component is major factor because tayloe the husband and i have very different definitions of late. to me, late is when you miss the plane. to tayloe, late is arriving at the gate and you aren't the first person there and there's only time to read the entire october edition of vanity fair and eat a three course meal.
we've had such tribulations at airports in our married life that by the end of our time in d.c., we'd pretty much resolved just to meet each other at the gate once we'd parked the car.
i have kind of a funny mental image of how us catching the plane at LAX with the baby is going to go. i won't dwell on the details, but i'll bet we get there no later than 9 a.m. and i bet we look like the beverly hillbillies trapsing through the airport and i've even more certain that there'll be some "words" many of which will be off-color. i gotta just hope the baby is in a blissed out mood and snoozes through it all.
to get through it, im going to keep thinking about the attendant saying,"families with small children may board first." it'll be my moment of zen.