Left the hotel before 9am yesterday. Bolted to SFO for an 11 am flight.
Flight delayed. Rescheduled. Waited with Grandma for 1:30 flight.
Necklace stolen. Car seat reclaimed and cumbersome.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Flight to Vegas harrowing.
“Worry not, they are holding your planes.” YAY!
Plane left. Amanda and Fin not so much.
5:45pm agent finally talks to me.
Off to Baltimore. Thought we were going to die in turbulence over Denver.
Arrived here at 2:45 am. No drinking craptastic Starbucks disk coffee.
Fly out at “10:55am” today.
We shall see. Not holding my breath.
I nominate Fin for “Best baby ever to travel the x-country twice in a week.”
Will post pics and better words when i don’t feel as though I have macrame back muscles and back alley dumpster teeth.