Safe in Portland

I survived traveling from Nashville to Portland alone with my two toddlers. And it was actually not that bad. Low points included a terrible diaper rash for Z, the batteries running out of the DVD player, and making it through a long three-hour flight only to land and know that I had another three-hour flight to go. But my list of high point is longer: Zion exclaiming, "Pane! Pane!" while pointing vigorously at our plane through the terminal window. He shouted with glee and shook with excited for a good ten minutes, the whole time rotating between pounding the window with his pointer finger and looking expectantly at the other people waiting for the flight. He seemed unable to grasp why no one else was as excited as he was. Other high lights included Zion falling asleep curled up in my lap with his head tucked under my chin and Elise being sweet and obedient the entire trip.

Here are just a few of the pictures that the doting grandparents have taken in the past few days.

Aunt Lori reading to Zion.

Uncle Mike pulling "uncle duty" as he watched nature movies with the kids.

One of the kids' favorite "toy" is the trampoline. Zion can only bob his head when he tries to jump alone, but he giggled with glee when his grandpa bounced him high.