the one where we fly with two littles

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Jack is not a seasoned traveler.

Trust me, we tried.  We flew to South Padre Island with my parents when Jack was a baby.  He was cute until the plane took off, at which time he started screaming so loud that other mothers on the plane rushed to my aid.  We did manage to get a cute picture of him near the cockpit.

Looking back at this, I clearly see in his eyes that he is about to let us have it.
I think the stewardess can feel it, too.

We also flew with Jack to Florida when he was slightly older and had a broken leg.  I can't even describe this flight in any more detail or I'll start to sweat from the memories of it all.  The blog post describing that was titled "Toddlerpocalypse." 

But we hadn't been to Albuquerque in ten years, Durel and I.  Which is entirely unacceptable.  And so, with the courage that comes from a few stressful weeks at work and a nice Pinot Noir, we had plane tickets and a plan.  The Bernards were going to the desert.

How was that, you ask?  

Can you fly direct from Austin to Albuquerque, you ask?

No, you cannot.  

Sigh.

Durel and I got up at 4:30 a.m. to shower, have coffee, and load the car.  We got the boys into the car (Jack even got dressed!) and were on our way.  We used the family friendly valet at the Austin airport which is THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD, and were through security without too much trouble.  My friend had lent me one of those things where you tie your baby onto you (the name of which I can never remember, but it's less cumbersome than a Moby).  

We felt good.  Really good.



We were scheduled to change planes in Dallas at Love Field.  They've recently renovated Love Field and it's totally nice now. 

Thank goodness for this.  


We had some breakfast.  We had more coffee.  We colored a picture.

And then, we learned that our one hour layover was extended, oh, indefinitely.  I'll save you the suspense.  It was extended to five hours.  

Did we lose our minds?  No.  Did we give our children to wandering gypsies?  No.  Did we tear our hair out?  Not really.  

We had lunch.  We visited all the shops.  We explored the terminal.  We colored pictures.  We made paper airplanes out of those pictures.  We learned that it's harder than you remember to make a good paper airplane.  We practiced our letters on the dry erase board.  We had snacks.  I adversely possessed the family bathroom.  All in all, we thrived and survived.

And arrived.



And as a testament to his awesomeness, not that we needed one, Sawyer slept most of the day.  Praise be.


Cristy and Dagwood were not only happy to see us, but they were prepared to reward our long day of travel with beverages containing alcohol.  We were happy to see them, too.  

It was not that bad.  And it was the only 'bump' in a great trip.

Hope you tell the first part of a super awesome story today.

Talk soon,
Heather

1 comment:

  1. Yikes! Five hours? But that's awesome that you all managed. And also that Cristy was there to make it super manageable, of which I had no doubt it would be super relaxing. So glad it was great!

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

the one where we fly with two littles

Jack is not a seasoned traveler.

Trust me, we tried.  We flew to South Padre Island with my parents when Jack was a baby.  He was cute until the plane took off, at which time he started screaming so loud that other mothers on the plane rushed to my aid.  We did manage to get a cute picture of him near the cockpit.

Looking back at this, I clearly see in his eyes that he is about to let us have it.
I think the stewardess can feel it, too.

We also flew with Jack to Florida when he was slightly older and had a broken leg.  I can't even describe this flight in any more detail or I'll start to sweat from the memories of it all.  The blog post describing that was titled "Toddlerpocalypse." 

But we hadn't been to Albuquerque in ten years, Durel and I.  Which is entirely unacceptable.  And so, with the courage that comes from a few stressful weeks at work and a nice Pinot Noir, we had plane tickets and a plan.  The Bernards were going to the desert.

How was that, you ask?  

Can you fly direct from Austin to Albuquerque, you ask?

No, you cannot.  

Sigh.

Durel and I got up at 4:30 a.m. to shower, have coffee, and load the car.  We got the boys into the car (Jack even got dressed!) and were on our way.  We used the family friendly valet at the Austin airport which is THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD, and were through security without too much trouble.  My friend had lent me one of those things where you tie your baby onto you (the name of which I can never remember, but it's less cumbersome than a Moby).  

We felt good.  Really good.



We were scheduled to change planes in Dallas at Love Field.  They've recently renovated Love Field and it's totally nice now. 

Thank goodness for this.  


We had some breakfast.  We had more coffee.  We colored a picture.

And then, we learned that our one hour layover was extended, oh, indefinitely.  I'll save you the suspense.  It was extended to five hours.  

Did we lose our minds?  No.  Did we give our children to wandering gypsies?  No.  Did we tear our hair out?  Not really.  

We had lunch.  We visited all the shops.  We explored the terminal.  We colored pictures.  We made paper airplanes out of those pictures.  We learned that it's harder than you remember to make a good paper airplane.  We practiced our letters on the dry erase board.  We had snacks.  I adversely possessed the family bathroom.  All in all, we thrived and survived.

And arrived.



And as a testament to his awesomeness, not that we needed one, Sawyer slept most of the day.  Praise be.


Cristy and Dagwood were not only happy to see us, but they were prepared to reward our long day of travel with beverages containing alcohol.  We were happy to see them, too.  

It was not that bad.  And it was the only 'bump' in a great trip.

Hope you tell the first part of a super awesome story today.

Talk soon,
Heather
 
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