Oh hey, guess what. We’re in Oslo! It’s true, while here I was blathering on about wedding cake, in real life I was sneaking off on a transatlantic journey with a six-month old.
So far, Baby P has been a champion traveler. He survived a tight connection and mad dash through O’Hare, I only spilled airplane wine on him once, and he mostly seems confused about jetlag more than mad about it (but then again, it is confusing when sunset is after 11pm). Mr. P described our adventure best: “Post-baby traveling is different, but still fun.”
Details to come!