My first plane trip was a long one, all the way to Savannah, Georgia to meet up with my aunt and uncle. My grandparents flew out ahead of us, and we met them in Savannah. Mom and I up early at the airport. I did remarkably well on the plane (no problems with the take-off, and I slept for part of the trip).

I'm pointing at the airplanes. I love planes and I always point at them in the sky.

Hanging with Mom in the hotel room/my toys are scattered.

I think this was one of the few times I wore a tank top all year. Look at my muscles!!!