On the plane to Tahoe
Mark is asleep across our laps - not even the prop noise could keep him awake. He's sleeping face down as usual; I have no idea how he breathes like that. For some reason I have Colin Hay's "Beautiful World" stuck in my head. Well, I alternate between that and the opening bars of Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' remake of "I Believe I Can Fly" (the ukulele part, specifically).
I wish I could've brought my tripod for shooting the fireworks. Maybe once Mark is a bit more grown and can carry some of his own baggage. Do they make photo packs in childrens' sizes? Perhaps some sort of yoke...
We're about an hour out of Reno at this point - can't wait.
