Monday, we headed to Portland. I was not at all looking forward to the traveling part of this trip. The thought of flying at Christmas with a one year old is not my idea of fun. However, we made it without too much trouble. There was the typical behavior expected from Lincoln on the second flight, but nothing near what it could have been. We arrived late afternoon, and were all glad to finally get off of the plane and stretch a little. Lincoln hanging with Grandaddy.