It's the toddler in him

I think we thought waking up Rich an hour earlier than he normally gets up would encourage him to sleep on the flight to Fresno, but that’s not exactly what happened. Rich handled the drive to the airport really well (er, as well as can be expected) and even everything up to boarding the plane. But while on the plane, there was just too much to look at. About halfway through the flight, he was done. He wanted to move around and couldn’t, and he wanted to touch everything to the fullest extent and couldn't. We thought he was stinky at one point, so I took him to the bathroom and tried to change him, but there certainly was not enough room in there to change a baby’s diaper. I went back to Karen and exchanged the diaper stuff for his blanket, and then Rich and I headed back into the bathroom. I held him in that crazy tight space and bounced and soothed him as best I could. It wasn’t even a minute, I think, before he fell asleep, pacifier in mouth. We headed back to our seat and I held him. And we slept.

Almost the entire remainder of the flight. He woke up about 18 minutes before landing and wanted to resume opening and shutting his mom’s window shade, which was about the only thing that could keep him occupied for an extended period of time. It was a successful trip.