Ahh, the wee frequent flyer. Following his second trip to California, Milo took his Mama on his third trip to Florida, leaving Papa to a weekend of peace and quiet and a foot of snow. Milo ran circles around Azalea Trace, home of his great grandparents, a mini-storm in his own right.

Of course, even a zany, happy-crazy, super-speedy almost-14 month-old, has to slow down on occasional (read infrequent and so blessed) moments.

He convinced his Great Granddaddy to take a break from coffee-making and read him a story...

And, he sat long enough for a four-generation picture. Wow!

Highlights of the trip included hurling mom's long-awaited coffee between flights in Atlanta, running in the sand on a hurricane-tossed beach, going out for waffles with Granddaddy, and best of all, finding laps of all generations warm and waiting.

Even better, since Mama survived the four flights with a Milo who wrecked neither the plane nor the sanity of the passengers in neighboring seats, we just might go on a few more adventures, soon...