Sunday, November 22, 2009

twelfth flight

just me. a two year old. and a four month old baby.

five hours from seattle to atlanta. a three hour layover. and another hour on to huntsville.

this was summer’s twelfth flight.

and with a big thanks to curious george, candy, and crayons, we made it through the ordeal fairly unscathed.

luckily, the worst of summer’s fits occurred not while in the air, but in the security line when first she spotted a starbucks she wanted to go into – can’t live without those lattes, you know – and then when the TSA folks had the audacity to confiscate and inspect her milk.

yes, there was almost a standing ovation (and for sure i heard a collective sigh of relief) from nearby passengers as we finally landed in atlanta.

here’s crossing our fingers *and toes* for flight thirteen…

ps – i’m going to write a letter to alaska airlines thank, thank, THANKING them for having diaper changing stations in the lavatories. how it lifted my burden (no joke, i nearly cried) those engineers at boeing may never know.

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