Yellowstone National Park is at our back door. I can hear it with the number of RVs and rental cars pushing down the road. I can feel it as I hear conversations about buffalo and bear as I wait in line with a bag of charcoal at the grocery store. We don’t venture into the park in July or early August unless we’ve got a guest from Germany or someone who’s never meandered down to the park.
I’ve been looking at photos we’ve been snapping from various flights this summer, and there’s a definite pattern. This little guy is going up a lot, and he’s loving it!
We put a carseat rear facing in whichever plane Martin is flying in for a quick flight (he keeps pretty busy with various pilots and their planes). We buckle Niklas in and put this little headset on his ears. Sometimes he sleeps. Sometimes he watches the world around him.