Visit to Grandma's: Day 1

Samantha took her very first airplane flight the day after her 1st birthday.  I have had sort of a strange fear about letting her fly, just because of all the wierd brain stuff I don't understand.  What if the pressure changes somehow cause another blood vessel to burst?  Everyone says it shouldn't/couldn't, but no one can tell me why it would have in the first place. 

Anyway, all fears were for naught.  Samantha traveled like a champ.  Dad did scare her by tripping as he moved into the seat with her, so she was shrieking like a tiny banshee when the other passengers began to board.  You should have seen their faces.  I laughed because that has been me -- boarding a plane with the "please don't be in my row" look.  She settled in just fine, though, and didn't cry at all during takeoff and landing.  She actually slept through most of the flight (I credit sleepytime pal Bloose you see in the photo below).

When we got to Grandma's there was - of course - more CELEBRATING!  You only turn one once, after all.  But you can celebrate it 3 or 4 times just to be sure you get it right.  Grandma sure throws a good party.

With more FAVORITE PEOPLE, more PRESENTS...

And more CAKE! (which Samantha still won't eat, but at least she was agreeable enough to taste the icing).