If I’m being totally honest, traveling isn’t my favorite thing to do. At all. I like the “being there” part of traveling- the visiting with friends and relatives, the seeing and doing exciting things, but I loathe the logistics of traveling: packing, airport security, sleeping in a bed other than my own, etc.
And traveling with a baby makes the whole thing a thousand times more complicated. Getting together bottles and formula, baby food, diapers, pack n play, toys, clothes…my head is spinning! And I know I’m really still in the Minor Leagues on this one- I have upmost respect for those of you who travel with more than one child!

But enough complaining! We are heading to Michigan early tomorrow morning to visit my grandparents. Despite the annoying logistics of getting ready for this trip, I am SO excited for Grayson to meet his great-grandparents and to spend a few days in a state where the average temperature isn’t 100 degrees.  We don’t have much of an agenda- we  are planning to find some fireworks to watch on Monday, but other than that, we just want my Grammie and Papap to enjoy a few days with us and Grayson- which probably means a lot of cuddling, picture taking, and staring at the baby. We are also bringing his ipod with his Fish Song, so if all else fails, we can all sing about fish taking showers and riding bicycles ad nauseum.

We’re going to have to wake Grayson up in the morning about 4:14. Maybe this will be one of his natural 4:00 am wakeup mornings- hmm, am I that lucky? Doubt it. And somehow I doubt he’s going to be his cheerful giggling self when I lift him out of his crib asleep and change his diaper.

I’m also wondering how the flight is going to go. The last time we flew with Grayson, he was almost 4 months old and very “still” as his therapist says. Well, thankfully, he’s not quite as  “still” anymore, which could prove interesting on our 3+ hour flight. And I’m concerned about the State of the Diaper, as the poop-a-thon of the last few weeks is still going strong. But the ratio of adults to baby on this trip is 4 to 1, so surely we’ll be able to handle a little wiggling and a dirty diaper or two. Or three.

Happy 4th of July, and if you think about it, say a little prayer for the other passengers on our flight  us as we brave the friendly skies with our Little Dude!