We recently had a whirlwind Ohio trip for your Cousin's Wedding (more posts to come) but I have to tell you how impressed I am with your "coolness" while traveling.
Daddy came home a day earlier than you and Mommy.
You should probably know that your mother is a tight wad. She would rather have us fly separate to save us some dough. Your Daddy on the other hand is a spendthrift. He would gladly pay much more money to have all of us fly first class on the shortest trip possible to ensure our maximum comfort. For the most part, your mother is in the right and probably the reason we aren't in the poor house right now. Every now and then she is wrong and the money savings does not outweigh the lack of comfort / ease burden. This is one of those cases.
Grandma dropped you and Mommy off at the airport with plenty of time to board the plane. No sweat. You're cool. You've done this traveling thing before.
After two hours on the runway your plane turns back to the gate and everyone exits the plane. While chaos ensues and folks try to figure out how they are going to get to their ultimate destination you're just as laid back as can be.
Mommy to agent: (probably out of breath) "Can we still get on?"
agent: "Sorry, once the door is closed it's against regulation to re-open it."
Maya: (thinking) "Can I eat some more?" (You seem to likey the food a lot)
With all the food, activity and crazy Ohio weekend your "regular-ness" is off and Mommy is forced to get creative with small airplane / airport bathrooms and only a few changes of clothes for you.
You're still as cool as can be and find a new strap to play with. Really. A strap. That seems to be your favorite toy right now. straps. really. I'm not kidding. Goofball.
I think the moral of the story is never fly American Airlines again. At least not their trips through O'hare airport. Actually, just never fly American again.
3 hours is a perfect time for a nap!
But finally, some 6 hours later than expected, you land in Seattle and you and Mommy get to see your Mountain!
I guess that's just you... a good traveling baby!
P.S. - it was hard to write how good you were because tonight you were a screeching beast but I'll save that for a future post. :-)