Our flights

Our flights were pretty smooth for the most part, with Thomas. However, I apologize to the man who sat in front of us on the way to Montana. Jim & I feel so bad that our precious son pulled your hair. There was a woman who was sitting across from us who kept glancing over at us. For a moment I thought she was admiring how cute our son was. However, it didn't take me long to realize that her glances were in a hoyte-toyte snoody look. The impression Jim & I both felt was that we were bothering her with our baby goo-goo-gooing. I was kind of hoping he'd launch his crackers at her. I apologize to the dear Flight Attendent who had to clean up the crushed cracker crumbs and squished banana. On our trip to Montana, he slept for most of the flights though.

On our way home, Thomas wouldn't sleep or sit still for the life of us. Jim & I took turns holding him as he squirmed and fussed. He wanted to play not sit. We kept thinking when will the baby-motrin set in. He usually falls asleep as soon as he gets some motrin for his teeth. No joking, it almost seemed like it worked opposite........making him playful. He ate snacks, enjoyed his bottle and enjoyed watching mom & dad feel frustrated. My biggest apology is to the person who sat in our seats on the next flight. Thomas finally figured how to rip the wrapping paper, however it was the magazine that got ripped up. No matter how many toys we pulled out and showed him, his interest was in this magazine. What can you do when your son desires to rip the pages to shreds. Then on our flight home to San Diego when he was enjoying his bottle, I looked at Jim for a split second, only to hear the lady in front of us, saying "Oww, Oww Oww" noticing that Thomas had her locks of brunette hair in his hair with his death grip. The more we tried to pry his fingers from her hair, the harder he locked on. Finally free we apologized to the lady, who was pretending to laugh it off.

Our flight from Salt Lake to San Diego was no doubt the longest of our flights. About 20 minutes left in our flight (final decent) we noticed that our precious child was sound asleep. I was happy he was finally sleeping peaceful, but why not until the end of our trip. When we landed in San Diego, he was snoring and his body was getting heavier, which are clear indications that he is in a deep sleep. He woke up shortly after we landed and was very happy to see Grandma & Papa at the airport. Then to our wondering eyes should appear but none of our luggage was there. We went to the baggage claim to find that our luggage was accidentally on the next flight. So we had to wait for 45 minutes until the next flight's luggage showed up. By now we are feeling tired and hungry. One, two, three, no fourth bag of luggage at all. We went back to the luggage claim lady and found that Jim's bag got lost in Salt Lake, UT and wouldn't show up until the 8:42pm flight. At which she promised Jim someone would drive it up to Ramona that night. Nobody every called us, so by 9:30 Jim called the baggage claim number to find that their hours of operation were 8:00am to 12:00am EST. This means by 9:00 our time, they were closed. So early today, we got a phone call from the currier who was going to bring his bag by noon today.

Nonetheless, our trip is over. Christmas stuff will be packed up this week. We are happy to be home and happy to be warm again.