Left the hotel before 9am yesterday. Bolted to SFO for an 11 am flight.

WRONG.

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!

WRONG.

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.