The adventure, as with any epic journey (just ask bilbo), needs a beginning. Today was that start for the September East Coast 2012 tour. Without nail biting near misses, stories are boring, and that's exactly why ours began with a scare. I worked last night...all night. It was ok though, because our flight left at 10:00am this morning, which gave me plenty of time to get off at 8:00am go home, shower, eat, pack up the car, and navigate to the airport. PROBLEM! Nat text me at 1:00 (mid shift) and said, "um...I was just looking at our flight itinerary and it says our flight leaves at 8:00am.".... Denial comes first....then the truth hit and my heart sank as I envisioned either paying $$$$ to change our flights or missing the entire trip all together. Luckily, a hero appeared in the form of my charge nurse. She, being the kind sole that she is, pooled her resources and found a nurse that could cover the last 2 hours of my shift so that I could leave early, take care of this-that-and-the-other, and be sipping an in flight OJ by 9:00am.
After that close call the rest was easy. Kylie did great! She woke up happy at 6:00am, refrained from setting off any airport medal detectors, Mobied her way onto the plane, started nursing and fell fast asleep. Half way through the first of 2 three hour flights, our little missy woke up. No, I don't mean she just finished sleeping, I mean she WOKE up. Does the word mean something different if you spell it in all caps, you ask? Not always, but, for now? yes. I mean the pterodactyl came screeching out. This was one of our initial fears, not that Kylie would cry, but that she would start talking and reach decibels that, solemn faced, uninterested, enternally focused airline passengers would not approve of. Well guess what? She did it. Nope. not just the first flight, but the second as well. It's hard not to laugh, because the little girl gets such a kick out of hearing her own voice, and she is chalked full of smiles while she gabs. She just gets started though and a body in motion tends to..... So, we did what any loving (but aware of those around them) parent would do. We gave some token sh sh sh's (mostly for lip service) then let her yap away. I don't think too many people's flight (and life) were ruined by the squawking princess.
The drama ensues. Our flight from Dallas to NY somehow got cancelled (which we only found out when we touched down in Dallas) so we finagled our way onto a train, that brought us to an earlier flight. problem alert: because we would be arriving in NY earlier than expected, our bags would not be joining us until much later. hmm....2 weeks, 1 pair of clothes, 3 diapers,....the prospects are less than inspiring. As I type, we are waiting for our bags to arrive at Laguardia. fingers are crossed.
No sleep, narrowly catching our first flight, cancelled second flight, no bags, first time 6month-old traveler....rough start right? Actually. No. Why? because Kylie was fantastic on both flights, Nat, Kylie, and I got to spend some time together, we don't have to work, and we got to be greeted with open arms (and big smiles) from Auntie Jill and Uncle Mike. It was a great travel day. :-)
This is long already, but THE TOOTH! we can't forget the tooth. About halfway through our second flight, somewhere over Tennessee (mid pterodactyl/wild banshee), Nat's finger ended up in Kylie's mouth (it's complicated), and What!? Her first tooth had finally cut through the bottom gums. She is just really trying to state her case for why she should get to eat real food on the cruise (it's falling on deaf years....what Kylie?). It isn't going to buy her a meal ticket for this ship, but it is just a reminder of how fast this little precious girl is growing up, and, just how lucky we are to get to spend so much time enjoying her.
More to come soon,
-Craig-
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