shana tovah, y'all

In what is becoming a new tradition, the clan all descended upon Atlanta for Rosh Hashanah. The Oaklandites, Uncle Mike, Aunt Carol and big Cousin Adam came in, and we took Mr. Kenny on his very first plane ride to be there as well.



Kenny, surprise, surprise, was a champ on the flight. He slept in the car on the way to the airport, but woke up when the cool morning air hit him in the parking lot. He was very wide-eyed, taking in the whole O'Hare experience, and didn't fall asleep until after we had strapped his car seat into the seat on the plane. Mr. Awesome Flyer then proceeded to sleep until there was about a half hour or so left in the flight. At this point, he had a bottle, burped a few times, then crashed out again back in his car seat. I'm telling you, we keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, but he just keeps on being Mr. Mellow.

To sum up the weekend, we had a lot of fun communing with the family, and getting to see Mom, Dad, and Grandpa Jesse again. Adam was a lot of fun, and I never tire of hearing, "Unca Greg! Unca Greg! Unca Greg!" I definitely look forward to the day when Kenny is older and can trot around after Adam and really play with his cousin. I also thoroughly enjoyed the Chik-Fil-A sandwiches Mike brought me on Saturday, even if it ruined my dinner (sorry, Mom).


Kenny and Uncle Mike


The Rolnick Men


Family portrait

Kenny was due for a bath while we were in Atlanta, so we gave him his first one in an actual bath. Normally, Overboard and I have a whole routine with our plastic tub that fits so nicely on our kitchen counter. In an effort to make the process go smoothly, Overboard got into the tub with the boy. Of course, she at first tried to squat instead of sitting in the water, but this was doomed to failure (and leg cramps), and added to the general oddness of the whole endeavor. We did manage to get the boy clean, however, and I don't think I need to add that he just sort of hung out in a bemused way the entire time. Unflappable, this kid. To that end, his great grandfather spent an inordinate amount of time marveling at his disposition and repeatedly exclaiming, "The kid doesn't cry!"






While we bathed Kenny, Mike and Adam horsed around in the hallway.



The cousins just hangin' out


We also got to visit with some friends, who were nice enough to drop by the house to visit and meet Mr. K. Unfortunately, we don't have enough pictures, but we'll see what else we can scrounge up (anyone?).

Marcia and Mr. K!



On the way home, we were delayed a number of hours by foul weather and ended up on a full flight, thus necessitating the boy to sleep in his mommy's arms instead of his car seat. As usual, he did just that and was unconscious the whole way home.

With two more plane trips to go this year, we're hoping our frequent flyer keeps up his stellar track record.