Well, today's the day. Spacedaddy and I are sitting in the Lafayette airport waiting for our plane to leave. Anna was having lots of fun with her cousins and the rest of the family. She did cry when we left but it wasn't too bad. That's just typical Anna. In fact she was enjoying herself so much she wanted nothing to do with me and my lame attempts in the last 24 hours of routine Anna care: changing her diaper elicted glorious tantrums in front of everyone, forcing me to power through...thanks for making me look good in front of the in-laws ;). Forget changing her clothes, who has time for that? (tantrum galore). Yet this morning:
Nanee: Anna, will you go with momma to change your diaper?
Anna: Yes! (head nodding)
And the little booger trots into the bedroom without a peep.
Little. Booger. GGgrrrrr....But honestly I hope it's as easy for Nanee the rest of the week. Several experienced moms have told me they'll be on their best behavior away from mom and dad. Good! I hope so!
After a 2 hour family meal at Olive Garden last night, Anna got to bed around 9:30. She didn't go down easy...Spacedaddy had to lay down next to her pack and play. But it was quick and baby slept through the night, even through the apparently new cough that's started. She slept. I did not. Typical. I listened to her cough and I worried over it. Then I heard her giggle in her sleep. These guys do dream. How cute.
Four teeth are showing. Count 'em. 4. Teething, snot, cough, travel...all good combo. At least she is in great spirits. She's supposed to be napping now. I wonder if she is? Spacedaddy's holding back on calling...we are just so curious.
Anyway, here we are at the airport. Our plane has left us. We volunteered to stay. Well, only for another 2 hours. Delta gave us each $400 vouchers for future use if we gave up our flight today. Sure! We have no real agenda. On top of that, they gave us first class on our way to Denver. Aahhhhh...Did I mention these tickets that we're using today are already free due to Paul's American Express point rewards? It's a good thing because flying out of Lafayette was way convenient and costly if we were to pay for it. It's a tiny airport.
Life can be good. Or maybe it's one big dose of good karma for us. We'll take it!
Actually I think it's Delta's way of making up for the crap they did to me earlier this year. I was coming back from a speaking engagement at a college in the upper penninsula of Michigan. An island. With a tiny airport and 2 gates. My plane left at 7am. I showed up at 6:35. I stood in line behind a family in tears when one of the members told me good luck trying to get onto this flight. What? Apparently Delta has this 30 min rule. If you are even there one minute behind the 30 min pre-flight time, they shut you out. Even if you're there with all your bags and everyone else is still going through security watching you, feeling bad for you standing there. As you watch them seriously close the plane up, even though your seat is empty, Delta has no empathy for lack of punctuality. Because the plane only leaves that island once per day, and I'd already dumped my rental car keys into a lock box at the closed rental car place, I hitched a ride with that nice little family (Canadians who decided to drive to their destination in Chicago) to Lansing, where I then picked up a rental car, drove to the Detroit airport and whined till they got me on a flight to Houston that night. I had to get to Houston because we were going to Colorado the next day. The Delta operator on the phone wanted to charge me $1000 for new tickets since I "missed" my flight in the UP. It's different when you show up at the airport like: HELP ME. They did for a $25 fee. But I was this close to starting up a I HATE DELTA.COM website. Today they made up for the whole incident. But Southwest is still our first choice.
And Spacedaddy just confirmed with Nanee that she is eating buscuits with honey and butter with her fun cousins. Not sleeping. Seriously, honey?
Saturday, November 8, 2008
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