Josh and I, and all of our passports, have safely made it to California.
And just so he knows someday, Josh was the BEST little traveler.
For the whole 11 hour flight, complete with turbulence which meant he had to stay buckled in his seat the last four hours, he was an angel. And even though he didn’t sleep a wink the entire flight, we had no tantrums; he was easygoing, listened to me and was just an all around awesome little travel buddy.
So thank you Josh.
I’ll have to try and remember this for when, on the return flight, inevitably it will all go horribly wrong and I will be tearing my hair out with a screaming two year old.
Then again, Tim will be there next time to hand off to, so perhaps it’s not so bleak after all.
But, as I said, we are here in California; jet lagged and enjoying the sunshine.
And since Josh continues to insist upon getting up at ungodly hours of the morning (one day it was 1:30am), we have gone out several days to the beach already, taking some early morning strolls.
Josh hasn’t really been around the ocean much, so I expected him to be a bit more hesitant walking near the water.
But he surprised me and did just the opposite, rolling around in the sand, reminding me very much of his Aunt Erin when she was little.
He just loved running around and throwing sand up into the air, rolling around in it, rubbing it onto his clothes.
This kid loves sand.
One surfer passing by laughed seeing Josh playing and called him a little sand storm.
I think I’d rather have a sand storm than a snow storm any day….