"He is a year old"

So...we finally made it back home to Colorado yesterday evening. What an AMAZING trip we had. Lots of fun time with family and friends. I have to say that the trip back had one major difference. Whenever any one asked me how old Archer was...it was a VERY odd feeling to say, "he is a year old." As anyone who has traveled with a baby, you know you get asked this ALL THE TIME. So, needless to say, I got used to it by the end of our trek from Atlanta to Colorado Springs. The trip out there was rough to say the least. Archer did not want any part of sitting still in the air plane or playing with toys...NOTHING. He stayed awake the entire time and moved around soooo much. It was a good thing that we had the row all to ourselves. Thank you Frontier ticketing agent for that. The trip home was a lot more successful. We were on the plane for about thirty minutes before Archer fell asleep. This was WONDERFUL to me, as we were not so lucky this time and had to sit in a full row. He slept until there was about 30 minutes left in our trip. Again, excellent. Then we had to RUN to the other side of the terminal in the Denver Airport to make our connecting flight to Colorado Springs. Archer was running out of patients, but luckily the trip from Denver to the Springs is all of 20 minutes. Nick was there to greet us and get us back home. It really was a nice trip, although the next morning we were greeted with snow on the ground. Talk about a shock to the system!!