Leaving On a Jet Plane

Yesterday I rode on an airplane for the very first time. Daddy took mommy and me to the airport very early yesterday morning so we could catch our flight to the ATL. I was so excited that I pooped my pants on the way. Mommy and daddy both said it was better that it happened then rather than on the plane. I'll take their word for it. Mommy says I was a dream baby for the flight because I slept for half of it. It was really fun when I was awake, though. I had brunch, compliments of mommy (who always seems to have a meal ready for me when it is time to eat); and, following in daddy's footsteps, I flirted with the flight attendants for the remainder of the flight. Naturally, I charmed their pants off. Gran and Papa Cecil met us at the airport, and we went to their house for awhile before heading to Chattanooga to spend two nights with Granddaddy. Tomorrow, we head to Nashville to meet my god-family, the Clarkes, before heading to Kentucky to meet up with daddy and all of his side of the family on Friday. And so begins my summer southern tour!