Savannah and Points South

Baby K just took her first flight, and it went fine.  Well, except for the puke at the end.

We had never intended to go to Florida, but a friend's wedding changed that.  The wedding was later cancelled but we were left with tickets we pretty much had to use or lose, so we went anyway, but spent as little time in Florida as possible.  Sweetie and I had been wanting to go to Savannah and it was only a couple of hours away by car, so we figured we'd go there instead, playing things by ear when we landed.  Speaking of ears, we weren't sure how Baby K would deal with flying, so we were ready to get off at the first layover in Charlotte, or change plans on the Florida end. 

The flights were fine.  Baby K didn't have ear trouble, due to luck and carefully timed breastfeeding, and she loved the flights.  All kinds of new things and people to see, and touch.  She was amused and amazed by the overhead air vents, and on the ground she liked watching the baggage handlers.  Grandmas seated nearby were helpful, and no one seemed bothered by the baby noises.  The puke incident was surprising, but we were semi-prepared and she was not put out by it at all.  We had just fed her peas (those little pouches are so handy,) and hit a few bumps on the descent.  She just spewed the peas back out like a garden hose, getting them all over us.  Wipes to the rescue.  Luckily we had extra clothes.  I should also say that our little umbrella stroller was very handy and a big hit with Baby K, with mommy pushing, anyway.

We ended up getting one of the last hotel rooms in Savannah.  There were several events in town, and it's not a huge place, so we had to wing it.  Our room turned out to be perfect, though, and was a great base for trips into the city.  Savannah is warm, shady, and laidback.  We walked the neighborhoods and parks, visited a few bookstores, of course, and ate.  I made a trip to an air museum while everyone else napped, but we didn't have time for any more museums.  We'll be going back for those, and perhaps a trip to Tybee Island, or maybe Hilton Head.

When we had to leave, we headed south reluctantly.  Jacksonville held nothing of interest to us.  We got a nice hotel near the airport, and again during a nap I made a sprint to St. Augustine.  A cool old city, but incredibly touristy, and I was not sad to leave.  Our flights back went well, again, with Baby K either sleeping or making friends.  We were glad to get home, but we'll be back to Savannah, and avoid Florida.