We are in a waiting pattern at the airport. Thank God we’re actually in the airport and not on the plane. There’s ice on the runways in Kansas City and for some reason they’re having trouble removing it. It’s always cold in Kansas City (except for the couple weeks in summer where it turns to blazing hot…then it gets cold again.). My point is they should know how to clear the ice. Maybe it’s the 25 mph winds that are making it difficult.
This morning has been ONE ADVENTURE AFTER ANOTHER. I woke up at 0500 for a 0630 departure from the house to fly out of Orlando at 0930. After getting ready I woke Reagan up and left her to get dressed while I woke up Ashlyn. I walk into Ashlyn’s room with the light from the hallway. I looked into her pack n play and could see liquid in one corner. This did not come from her south end, it came from her north end. She had vomited sometime during the night and went back to sleep. I’m sure I would have heard her if she had started crying at night (I say that, but who knows if I hear her every time she cries at night). She’s in a great mood though. I pick her up and she’s smiling and cooing, vomit on her clothes, in her hair and on her face. We get her cleaned up and put her in the chair for breakfast. I feed her the normal: oatmeal mixed with apple juice. I thought for sure the oatmeal would be good for her stomach.
We get everything and everyone in the car and back out of the garage. That’s when we realize the garage will close, but it won’t lock. It’s a manual door so Du shuts it from the inside and leaves through the house. We start driving and I barely get this sentence out: “Du, be prepared to pull over if Ashlyn starts throwing up again.” Right then we hear the gagging and lurching in the back. Every bit of oatmeal came back out. It hadn’t even had time to digest. Sorry I’m being so graphic, it’s so fresh in my mind (oops, pun not intended). We haven’t even left our street so we turned around and went back to the house. We got her cleaned up and put her in the “just in case” outfit I had put in my carry on.
We head out again. Our thirty minute cushion is now gone. I guess this is why it was there. We get near the airport and realize we haven’t filled up the rental car with gas. We have to decide whether to pay the outrageous fee with the car company for them to fill the tank or turn around and go fill it up ourselves. I know I’ve said I’m cheap, but in circumstances like this I’m all for convenience…and for keeping our flight. We make the decision to go find fuel and ask Jeeves (our nav device) for the nearest gas station. He leads us to the nearest gas station and Du begins pumping. We should have noticed that there were no signs with gas prices outside this station. We did not notice that. Fortunately Du noticed the numbers on the price of the gas spinning around like the Price is Right wheel. This station was charging $4.50 per gallon. Du stops the fill up and we procede down the street to look for another station. The next station Jeeves wants us to go to doesn’t exist. On to station number three.
Meanwhile I’m envisioning the line at security in the airport. When we landed two weeks ago the line to go through security was miles long with thousands of people. I’m sure it took each of those people hours of waiting to get through. This was all I could see as we were driving farther and farther away from the airport. All our cushion time is gone and now we’re eating into TSA time.
We find a gas station that’s reasonably priced, fill up and head back to the airport. All is well while we find the rental car return and turn it over. Then comes the fun part of hauling all our bags to ticketing. While on our way to ticketing the friendliest lady ever comes up next to us with one of those bag carts with no bags on it. She’s pushing it around to carry her purse and a plastic bag. This is why I’m convinced it’s a God thing. She offers to let us put my suitcase on it (the heaviest one we have…no comments please) because we’re going the same way. When we get to ticketing she gives us the cart because she only has her two bags. AND then the Southwest lady who’s standing at the beginning of the serpentine line up to the counter sees us. She asks if the baby we have is a lap baby. Yes, she is.
Ok, please go to that line over there. That line over there only had five people in it. Another God thing. I don’t know what the difference was, but I was for once grateful for a lap baby (even if she’s potentially hazardous to our health).
As we leave ticketing we wonder if the plane will depart on time. We had checked the weather last night and knew there was an icy-windy storm moving through. We were dreading leaving the 70-80 degree weather to go back to below zero. Next to come would be the line for security. Happily the lines were a manageable length, even if our plane was going to take off on time.
So, here we sit. Ashlyn’s already taken a nap and is crawling around trying to get into our things and other people’s things. Reagan was coloring peacefully…until she noticed a bar near the floor underneath the dataport table. She decided she’d do some kind of swinging gymnatics on it and is now crying because she fell back and hit her head on the floor. I heard and felt the thud.
The plane has been delayed indefinitely and we’re thinking it will be canceled. Does that mean we have to get all our luggage back? Can’t they keep it for us and put it on the plane we do finally get on? I don’t want responsibility for all that
crap cute summer clothing and wonderful souvenirs until we land in KC.
The good thing is that I can catch up on the blogging. Maybe I’ll be able to post some pics from the last week. And thanks to Heather I have now got the video monster tamed…I think.