Survival Day
Hey, two posts in one day… we’ll do anything to get our readers back!
Mystique talked about the fun we had at the Zoo… I tell ya, the one day we decide to sign up for breakfast with the elephants we get one of our five days of rain in Phoenix. Too funny. I’ll echo Mystique’s comments — I think the girls really liked it, and honestly Mystique and I just laughed about the rain. I don’t think either of us really thought about leaving, we just decided to sit it out and in the end it turned out great. It’s pretty cool hearing the girls actually remember the red cookies they hid for the elephants. A fun time, that’s for sure.
On a side note… I think we’re getting closer and closer to actual conversations with the girls. The other day Piper actually pointed at my bagel I had set aside for work and said, “Daddy bagel. For work. Car.” Not bad! Both Lela and Piper are pretty solid with , “Daddy sit. Here.” and other smaller sentences like “have it” and “like it”. Lela cracks me up when she says “don’t like it” — she scrunches up her face with a scowl that I think she learned from Mystique. I like finding things she doesn’t like and give them to her just to see that face.
Ok, on to the day that we just tried to push through… we were in San Antonio for a grandparent visit which went very well. Our flight back was scheduled for 4:45pm. As luck would have it, it was raining that day and, as we would soon learn, hailing quite heavily in Dallas/Fort Worth. Since the girls are older than 2 years, they each had their own ticket and we were carrying along car seats for plane. So in total, Mystique and I had Piper, Lela, Piper’s car seat, Lela’s car seat, a rolling bag of goodies for the girls, and Lela’s portable potty plus a small cooler-thing for food. That’s a lot to manage and I was really dreading the whole airport experience… mainly just getting through all the lines. I wasn’t too worried about the flight because we had smartly planned ahead and the girls hadn’t napped all day. We were hoping they’d just fall asleep on the plane and we’d have a nice relaxing trip home.
So we get to the airport and the line outside to the Southwest gate for baggage checking was small, so we just did it there. That worked out well… we didn’t have to wait in line inside, and we were all set to go to the security line.
We get inside and the security line is really long. I was thinking to myself, “and so it begins…”, as we walked up to the line. But the day got better when a TSA fella noticed us and asked us if we were ready with IDs, tickets, etc… I said “yes” and he took us over to a special baggage screening room with barely a line! Woot! We skipped the whole line, thanks to the girls.
After a quick run through screening, we grabbed all our gear and started heading towards the gate. The girls, of course, we’re doing great… Piper was “helping” Mystique with the rolling bag and Lela was “helping” me with her car seat.
Right when we get to our gate we noticed that it was still showing the 1pm flight. And it was 3:30pm. Hmm…. there were also a lot of people sitting on the floor staring at the gate and the departure monitors. Then we noticed our flight was listed as delayed an hour until 5:50pm.
Ok, not too bad… we had plenty of stuff for the girls to do, so an extra hour? No problem. Then we hear that any flight coming from DFW was delayed indefinitely. Whew… DFW? Who cares.
Ahh… but DFW is Southwest’s hub, so most planes come from there. Including planes bound for other destinations… such as Phoenix. Uh oh.
To make a really, really, really long story short… our flight was incrementally delayed from 4:45pm to 5:50pm to 6:45pm to 9pm to 9:50pm. And we got there at 3:30pm. And the girls hadn’t had a nap. Oh. My. Goodness.
In the end, the girls were as great as you could expect, all things considered. We had a few meltdowns, lots of running around playing, a few walks up and down the terminal, and more than a few trips to the potty for Mystique and Lela. The girls sat in their car seats, watched a little bit of a movie, ran around a mostly-deserted section of the terminal, and watched for planes. We took off our shoes, put them back on, took them back off, etc…
Finally, around 9:50pm or so, the plane arrived from DFW. As I was waiting with our stuff to board (Mystique and the girls were back to plane-watching), one fella came over, slapped me on the back and said, “You guys did really well. My wife and I were watching all afternoon and were glad we left our two kids at home.” Hah. I punched him. Just kidding.
The plane took off and Lela zonked out almost instantaneously (after kicking the person in front of her a few times for leaning her seat back). Piper wanted to watch some DVD and it was the cutest thing seeing her across the aisle at the window just kicking back in her car seat, DVD in front of her, munching on some cheerios. She fell asleep in a bit, and then we landed. It took some time getting to the car and putting in the car seats, which the girls weren’t too pleased with, but we all powered through it and got home around 11:30pm or so. We took the girls to their cribs, unloaded the car, and flopped into bed vowing never to fly again. RV dealer, here we come.