Friday, February 19, 2010

Come Pick Me Up... I've Landed

I know I haven't blogged in a while but hey, I've been busy. I mean, the Olympics are on and let's face it, Canadians are pretty sweet, eh? Hoser! Also, I may have spent five days in sunny (but chilly) Florida. Let's start there...

Great Grandma Davenport was scheduled to turn NINETY on Valentine's day so we all celebrated with a de facto Davenport Family reunion. Most of the family met down near Ft. Lauderdale on the 12th but we're always late so why should this be any different; we left on the 13th. Over the previous few weeks, I could sense that Mom and Dad were a bit nervous about the flight. I didn't know what they were nervous about but their anxiety must have transferred to me because when I woke up Saturday morning, I had, um, voided in nearly every way possible. I can't remember the last time I woke up having up chucked so needless to say my requisite bath added some time to our morning routine. As luck would have it, we still made it out of the house just ten minutes past Dad's "drop dead" time of 10:00 AM.

M&D had actually planned ahead pretty well because I was due for a bottle just after noon which should have aligned nicely with our 12:05 scheduled departure. You'll notice I used words like "should" and "scheduled" because our flight was delayed and I got hungry before we even boarded the plane. We were told it was a pretty full flight which was almost accurate because it was actually completely full. Unfortunately for the last girl on the plane, the last seat available was next to us. I think this picture does a pretty solid job of encapsulating my apprehension.

Shortly after I fell asleep, I took a nap time "bathroom break" which M&D could not ignore and if left unchecked, no one else would be able to ignore either. So, Dad woke me up (which I did not appreciate) and we headed to the very meager airplane bathroom. The bathroom is so small in fact, that Dad couldn't close the door behind him because my diaper bag backpack was in the way. GOOD START! I wasn't too happy about being jarred from my nap and dragged to this odd bathroom... so I started screaming. I'm not a hundred percent sure how long I screamed but I'm guessing it was about two hours. I'm pretty sure M&D would have gladly traded their seat cushion floatation devices for some seat cushion parachute devices so we could spare everyone from the whole ordeal.

After we landed, not at our final destination mind you, my tummy issues continued and this time it was was Mom's turn for a change in the micro bathroom. Again, I was not happy. The good news was that most of the passengers deplaned which allowed us to improve our seats to the front row. This proved convenient for Dad when I had yet another tummy issue as the new passengers were boarding. My ongoing screaming did prevent us from having a third adult in our row for the second leg of the trip. I guess we'll call that a silver lining.

I did eventually calm down and actually ended up having some fun on the the trip from Orlando to Ft. Lauderdale but of course, the whole flight was so short there was barely time for beverage service.

I know I've only covered a fraction of our trip but it was an eventful fraction none the less.

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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