...but when that got old, we took out some of Jonas' old friends, like Noonan...
...Here's the part where we don't show visually what happened next. But suffice it to say, Dad was pretty impressed that he was able to change not one, but two diapers at a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. And suffice it also to say that there can be no greater disappointment then discovering the bottle of milk you brought along for your son exploded inflight, and in the process smothering your backup feeding plan -- a drape for Niki to use to nurse Jonas herself -- in milk, thus leading to a momentary panic, thus leading to the best $7 we ever spent for a blanket from JetBlue so Niki could cover herself and everyone could be happy. And suffice it also to say that Jonas did not enjoy our initial descent into New York and made sure everyone knew about it until he figured out how to calm himself. So for this part, we'll just show this image instead...
But by the time we landed, Jonas was back where he started his journey, asleep, carried off in Mom's arms to face the adventures that await him with Dad's family.
Oh! Don't cry over spilled milk... um, I mean exploded milk. This guy is turning into quite the traveler. Sure hope y'all didn't get stopped by those TSA folks for a scan or a pat-down. Can't imagine trying to do that with a baby!
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