We took Elliot on a trip to D.C. and Charlottesville, VA this past weekend. (Sarah delivered another paper at another conference -- her third scholar-as-mother appearance so far. I feel like a roadie.) But we realized that maybe the golden age of travelling with the infant Elliot has now passed. It's not that's he wasn't charming, friendly, and a babe magnet -- he continued to be all of those things -- but his delicate sleep schedule sort of fell apart under the strain. A couple of Sarah-quotes from the weekend.
"Apparently he's old enough now to have an apple cart. And we've upset it."
"I was singing him a lullaby, but I got so tired I just stopped halfway through."
We might travel with Elliot again when he's . . .oh, I don't know . . . 4.