We made it! I’m still shaking my head in disbelief. We managed to survive the horrible weather on the way to Baltimore, and because we didn’t stop at Trader Joes (sorry family members – no TJ treats this time) we even made it on time, despite several dead-stops on the freeway.
The kids were great. Ella’s biggest issue was that she didn’t want to hold anyone’s hand and when you would try and grab it, she’d do the dead-weight thing so now her pants are covered in airport grime. Which is nothing compared to the craziness the last time we flew. Sophie had a few boughts of crying, but nothing major. All in all, it worked out pretty well. I did learn a few things though…
- One extra outfit for Sophie was not enough. She made her Utah debut naked, except for her diaper.
- Breastfeeding in a cramped, coach seat is about as comfortable as it sounds.
- Paying for Ella’s ticket to get that extra seat, instead of pretending she was still under 2 so that she could fly for free, was totally worth it.
And speaking of Ella, she’s very excited to be here. She spent the 15 minute car ride from the airport to the hotel saying, “Mom. I see mountains! Mountains, mountains, MOUN-TAINS!” This, of course, makes me think she might be my kid after all. But the excitement doesn’t end there – it’s midnight right now, PA time, and she’s still declaring that she’s not sleepy at all. “I not want to go to sleep Mom, I not want to.” And when I tell her to lay down, she does, but she keeps the commentary going: “I in Utah, Mom. We see Alyssa, and we give her a birthday cake, and we see Nonna, and we see Will and ‘Cia, and we give Alyssa birthday cake, and I’m in Utah, Mom. It’s lunch time, Mom?” And on and on…but Tom is back from the store now and they are singing songs (currently on the roster: Ring of Fire and 99 Red Balloons). Sophie is fed and I’m exhausted, so it’s off to bed for everyone.
Good night mountains, it’s nice to be back.