Ok I am bad at blogging. I need to keep this more curent, but I will add a couple of blog entries to get you up to date.
Elise (with Stephanie and Gerry) went to Maine for Labor Day and the Corn Roast. The first flight, Sacramento to Chicago was pretty easy. It was so easy in fact it lulled us into a false sense of security. The second flight, Chicago to Manchester, was rough. Elise was tired of flying and got very fussy. Fortunately she was not one of those babies that cried the entire 3 hour flight. That was mostly due to Stephanie's efforts. Once the flight was over she slept for most of the two hour drive to Maine.
The first day that we were there was the Corn Roast. She slept through the early part of the day. Apparently even babies get jet lag. The family was great with her and they gave us some really good advice. Elise has no issues with strangers and my family is pretty strange.
The next day(s) Nana took over. My mother was obsessed with her new granddaughter. We have seen it before with Margaret, but this time it was my daughter and even more sweet. We were not allowed to take our daughter without my mother's permission. :) Fortunately she let elise go to Boston for the first time. Elise saw Fanuel Hall, the Boston Commons, Boston Gardens and a few other historic places. We also got our picture taken on the site of the Boston Massacre. We also got a less macabre picture site: where Daddy proposed to Mommy. Nana was a bit posesive of elise, but we understand she doesn't get to see her as often as we do. She did try to make up for lost time though.
The flight from Manchester to Chicago was really easy. Elise slept most of it and the businessman that sat next to us said she was perfect. He also said his 10 year old is usually mre disruptive on a flight. That made Stephanie and I very proud. Pride comes before the fall. The flight from Chicago to Sacramento was not good. Elise's ears popped painfully for the first time and she was tired so it was a very long flight. Again we were still fortunate enough not to have the baby that screamed the entire flight. He was about eight rows behind us and that boy (and his parents) were misserable.
All and all a very nice trip that forced us to let go of Elise and trust others with her care. Elise loved the attention and Nana and Pepe loved giving it.
