No, Really.

Hey y’all - 

On Saturday, we drove to Spokane, said goodbye to your dad, and got on our first airplane of the day. Just me, a 3 year-old and a 10-monther.

You guys were sweet as pie on the way to Denver. In Denver, we went upstairs to our secret moving sidewalk, rode it for an hour, then grabbed a sandwich and got on plane #2. Easy peasy. I wore Hagen in a backpack and pushed Laney in a stroller and we were a well-oiled machine. 

On the flight from Denver to Atlanta, Hagen was wormy squirmy, and since I hadn’t cut his fingernails in a week, it was like sharing a seat with a feral cat.  But he fell asleep half an hour into our flight and slept the whole way to Atlanta. Laney struck up a conversation with the woman on the other side of the aisle, and - hand to God - I heard her say, “So, when is this princess tea party?”

Naps were taken, Dora was watched, and the whole thing went off without a hitch.

No, really.

Love,

Mom