So, Mommy says you would like to know how my big brother and I did on our travels from California to Virginia. Hmmm, let me think. Were we good? Was it a quick and painless trip? Did we seamlessly ease into the 3 hour time difference? Are you following my Mommy on instagram (Katedaffodils) and are already chuckling because you know I didn't sleep a wink?
Here's what happened.
Mommy managed to keep her travel anxiety under control and got us packed and to the airport in plenty of time. Our flight from Monterey to San Francisco was really easy. C looked out the window while I spent the 25 minutes trying to get my mommy's seat belt off. She was sure the rest of the trip would be a breeze.
We thought 45 minutes would be plenty of time for a layover. But Mommy didn't factor in that I would pee my weight in my diaper during the first flight and that all the emergency entertainment items that she packed would be really heavy for trekking across the airport to our next gate. By the time she changed me, we were almost the last ones to board. Won't she ever learn to plan more time?
Luckily, the flight was pretty empty and we were able to move to the back of the plane and spread across two aisles. Let's stop and all laugh and shake our heads at Mommy for thinking that this was a good sign.
So then, we headed up, up in the sky.
And then we fell apart.
Brother and I refused to eat our dinner. Our flight attendants were rude. I refused to fall asleep. Cullen refused to go sit with Aunt Kate. We had to pit stop in Denver, for an hour, and couldn't get off the plane, while a passenger who ended up having really bad gas got off for medical assistance. On the remaining 3 hours, we experienced turbulence that made my Mommy hold on to both of us too tightly. My brother started to get annoyingly cranky. I fell asleep, only to be woken up every few moments by people bumping into my Mommy. I ended up being that crying kid on the plane. We finally landed at 1am and I gave everyone my best don't-you-dare-look-or-talk-to-me-face, while my brother went skipping/jumping excited to see Uncle Mike and Pop. Then, the combination of sleep deprivation and excitement caused him to trip and face plant on the concrete. Meltdown ensued. No hugs for Pop or Uncle Mike from either of us.
And, just because we love to give Mommy a solid challenge, we both melted down until 10pm tonight because of the time difference. Mommy says that she loves us, but that tomorrow, we are having a date with our Marme and she is going to lay by the pool.
Good thing we are cute, for real.
But thanks for the well wishes anyways. We are clearly here and at my Marme's farm, where I spent my afternoon being a total ham (until I had my bedtime meltdown. You can't win 'em all, Mommy).
More from VA next week.