Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Travels

For weeks I have been thinking of every possible baby emergency that could happen on our way to the airport, on the plane, and on the way to Petaluma. I figured one of these scenarios would play out, and I grit my teeth, anticipating the inevitable while thanking our lucky stars that no matter how bad it was, it would be over in a couple hours rather than in a carseat halfway through Nevada.

I usually don't enjoy being proven wrong. This was a rare exception.


We timed it so that we got on the frontrunner and trax after only a few minutes of waiting. We were so early to the airport that any semblance of a long line was not daunting. As it was, there were practically NO LINES! In an airport during Christmas?! Inconceivable! Riley was asleep by the time we got to the airport and took a nap until we had to pick her up for security. Then she enjoyed walking up and down the terminals until she peacefully fell asleep right before boarding the plane. Then she STAYED ASLEEP the ENTIRE TIME until we were picked up and she was jostled into her seat. Then she ate some food and promptly fell asleep for the ride home.

I would have kissed those pudgy little cheeks like crazy when we sidled into the driveway. But I withheld, and after we hugged everyone (who stayed up until 2am to greet us!) we stumbled into our room and immediately fell asleep.


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