Can you please purée these peanuts?

Ava has officially taken to the skies, and it couldn't have gone better. Andy I and were prepared for anything: long lines, parking problems, a fussy and/or uncooperative baby. Fortunately, we had none of those issues; unfortunately, that meant we had 2 1/2 hours to hang out in the airport. So, we had a nice long lunch at a steak place...

grabbed some magazines, changed another diaper, and then it was time to board. Time to worry about the next round of potential pitfalls: Ava's ears popping, running out of formula, or having to change a really poopy diaper in a bathroom the size of a hibachi. And again, nothing. Our little angel slept through takeoff, then spent the rest of the flight happily playing in her daddy's lap. I think my favorite moment was when I looked over and Andy had challenged Ava to a thumb war. Oddly, she won. Repeatedly.

We arrived in Georgia on time, and handed Ava over to the waiting arms of her very excited Grandma. And two very exhausted parents breathed a sigh of relief.