Kannon and I headed to California last week for my grandfather's 80th b-day. We have been looking forward to this vacation all year as it promised a chance to relax and show off both Kannon and the new bump. With all the chaos going on in our life, I was hoping it would go smooth.
I couldn't be more wrong.
Our flight was delayed. We missed our connection. I found myself standing at the ticket counter demanding a flight to any airport in the LA area that night. I had a sleepy, cranky, teething baby strapped on my back and had to hike all the away across the SLC airport 33 weeks pregnant. We got our flight and luckily we made it into Long Beach that night.
Kannon enjoyed the flight. He had more fun trying to play peek-a-boo with the seat behind us then looking out the window. He pulled some poor guys hair trying to stand up and he thought the air vent was the funniest thing ever. Then, he finally passed out strapped into the empty seat next to me and slept. Finally, I could enjoy a cup of coffee and admire my peaceful boy.
The rest of our visit was great. Kannon charmed all of our family. He was introduced to a variety of new foods and was spoiled to death. I will be 're-programming' him shortly as he has now decided that french fries are appropriate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and that stairs are more fun than Baby Einstein.
We missed Dale. I realized how thankful I am to have him in our life. Even though I had plenty of hands to help I missed the understanding that Dale and I share. The wordless communication--knowing he is ready with a wet rag before I can even mention Kannon spit up. I missed the partnership--laughing at the end of the day and cuddling in our bed. Mostly, I just missed hearing Kannon's giggles that only come from 'daddy-time' with Dale.
The week flew by and before I knew it, I found myself pacing to get on an airplane and get to Dale as fast as possible. I had hoped that my delays on the way down meant smooth flying for the return trip.
....again, I couldn't have been further from the truth.
My flight was delayed. We boarded the plane. Then the generator failed. 20 minutes later they fixed it...only to announce a few minutes later that we would be de-boarding and getting on a new plane. Easier said than done. The stewardess was nasty and refused to help me with my bag even though my hands are full with Kannon and I am now 34 weeks pregnant. So, I pulled the bag down, strapped Kannon on my back and headed to our new plane with a diaper bag and suitcase in tow.
We made it. Kannon screamed the whole way because the plane was crowded and hot but nobody hated me...rather they just hated Delta for all the inconveniences.
Unfortunately, while I traveling by air was done, we still had to drive to Seattle the next day. More about that later. I promise I will post pics soon!
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