So here I am the Saturday morning of our departure. One checked bag. One carry-on. (And my purse...which is hiding behind the top suitcase. To be fair, it is a Mary Poppins purse.)
Megan's husband drove us to the airport. Here I am with Ronda and Khi. He really wasn't too sure about this whole travel thing. Just in case you can't tell. And this, my dear friends, is the best my hair looked all week. If you watch Friends, you might be familiar with the string of episodes where they all went on vacation to the Bahamas (?) and Monica's hair got bigger and bigger throughout the week....yep. It's for real.
Airport security. Gets me every time.
We were kind of a heavy laden bunch. Megan and I each checked a bag, but we all had carry-on bags as well...plus Khi's car seat (huge!)...plus Silas' entire travel system (huge!)...plus all of us. Ronda went through security first, with Khi. Then Megan went through with Silas. My panic attack and I were last to go through...but security agent lady #1 would not let me walk through until all our baggage was pushed through. And guess what refused to be pushed through the little machine? The travel system. So I was stuck...panicking more by the moment...until the last of our little trays finally got through.
Then security agent man #1 told me to hurry up. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, PEOPLE!! I was shaking by the time I got through, and if I'd had the time, I might have also thrown up. But there was no time.
Because it was time to get on the people mover and be moved.
This is me...so glad to be through security and in a seat.
And it seemed to be - until the new flight delayed until 6:30!!! Megan and I weren't sure we liked Mr. Diggs at that point.
That was the long way of saying we spent seven hours in the Indianapolis airport with a two year old, a two month old, and a flight scaredy-cat. (That would be me.)
That was the long way of saying we spent seven hours in the Indianapolis airport with a two year old, a two month old, and a flight scaredy-cat. (That would be me.)
The kids did SO well. Khi had hours of free entertainment. Went something like this:
PYANE!!!!! PYANE!!!!! (plane)
CHUCK!!! CHUCK!!!!! (truck)
WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA PYANE!!!! (plane landing)
...And help me try (in vain) to get online. Great sadness.
THIS was nearly my undoing. My worst fear (next to crashing, of course). A plane de-icer. I think Ronda got nervous at that point. Not of the de-icing. Of dealing with Bekah WITNESSING the de-icing. A fair source of nervousness.
FINALLY they got us on the plane. I actually got to carry baby Silas on board. It was so fun. (I ignored all looks of "Noooooooooooooooooooooo there's a baby on this plane?" LOL!!!) Megan sat with Silas and some ooey-gooey love birds in the row in front of the rest of us. Ronda sat by the window, Khi sat in the middle, and little Miss "Lord help me" sat on the aisle. I think this look says it all - from both of us.
I started enjoying the flight about 30 minutes out of Tampa. And upon landing, I got to hold some cute sweetness who became my buddy throughout the course of the week!
When we landed in Tampa, it was over 70. No plane de-icers there! Praise the Lord. We had to pick up our rental car and try to cram ALL our stuff in it. The very nice rental car guy helped us shove all our luggage in, and about halfway through, I heard him say "Y'all should have gotten a mini-van." Cracked me up. He was right though. Three adults and two car seats, plus a week's worth of luggage for five AND a stroller - in an Altima?? (I held my carry on suitcase in my lap for the entire drive from the airport to our cottage.)