travel

I woke up 36 minutes after the time I had set my alarm for and four minutes before we absolutely had had had to be in the car and headed for the airport this morning ... which is why I look so pretty with my stringy hair and the rest of my (not pictured - you're welcome) outfit consists of about 12 different colors, damp pants, and Simon's socks.  Julia is at such a horrible age for traveling but she still managed to earn a B- for both flights while Sebastian is the perfect age for jet setting as he just nuzzles into his former food sources and sleeps for 17.3 hours straight.

Highlights of the flights...

A man decked in a velour Mizzou tracksuit sitting in my seat pitched an adult temper tantrum when I showed up at the last minute with my carpet bag and baby on my person and awkwardly asked, 'if that was seat 35E?' with the offering of my boarding pass reading, '35E'. Luckily the flight attendant saved the day and my redhotembarrassed face as she redirected tracksuit and his wife to 'an empty row' far, far, far away from me and devil Sebastian.
 
A kind lady reached over and buckled my seat belt for me on the next flight (unsolicited and awkward but nice) but immmmediately slathered on an entire mini bottle of hand sanitizer. I was so conflicted ... to be grateful or insulted?

(pictured above) Julia stopping dead in her tiny tracks to read (stare at) a book as we boarded a flight. We were going nowhere slowly so I was grateful for the two minutes that she managed to self-entertain.

Thanks to some flight vouchers (courtesy of a nightmare of an odyssey with Delta in May) and a trustworthy internet site hotel rate special ... we're enjoying a leeeedle family vaca in a sunny locale. We will have the absolute pleasure of seeing Calah and Jessica tomorrow. Don't be j.

And now back to hotel room cable television and grocery store sushi. Two of my faves.

yay.