Survival of the Flightiest

Despite the weather's best efforts to keep us in Utah, we managed to brave the icy road and long flight back to Virginia. When the plane took off I gave one last, longing look toward the beautiful snow we were leaving behind, and then we were off.

The trek did not start out well. Icy roads and highway accidents contributed to a tediously slow ride to the airport. My mom (who was driving) tried valiantly to concentrate on the road and ignore Michael, who was unhappy about all sorts of random things. Some of the issues that made him cry:

• "My blanket isn't covering my foot!"
• "I can't get this suitcase zipper open!"
  
• "I need a drink!"
• "I need another drink!"
• "I can't see Jax!"
• "I want to go fast!"
• "I don't want to go on the plane!"

Yes, it was a fun drive indeed. We got to the airport with just enough time to check our bags with a Skycap (well worth the extra dollars) and get through security (quite the trick with two kids, two bags of diversions for the kids, a car seat, and a double stroller) before walking on the plane - almost the last of our section aboard. Whew!

My mother is an angel who booked a flight to Virginia just so she could help me with the kids during the process. Thank goodness she was there!