|Getting on the plane.|
Rumors are true, I was in town this past weekend. I was in stealth mode and aside from family, I didn't see anyone. There was just no way to pack it all in. But I still love you. All of you. I do.
|Uncle Jim, Cousin Molly & Abbey|
One thing was certainly missing. At the last minute, a pile of work was dumped on Scott and he found himself in a difficult situation and unable to come with us. We were sad. I was angry. Not angry so much at the hubs - not his fault, and he felt horrible - but angry with his employer. But I quickly got over it when I remembered how rarely this kind of thing happens, and how comfortable we live thanks to said employer. We'll let this one slide. But it does suck all around that Abbey's Daddy missed her first trip. Huge bummer.
Fortunately for Mommy (brave, brave Mommy) Abigail was the *perfect* baby all weekend. She did not cry on the plane. She did not cry in the car. She did not cry near or far. In fact the only real tears came at the end of brunch on our last day in town, and that was out of shear exhaustion and lasted all of maybe two minutes. Thank you, sweet daughter, for behaving yourself.
|...is she becoming a Caps Fan?|
But mostly, the four star helper on this trip came in the form of an angelic flight attendant from Ireland. How I wish I knew your name. She hooked us up. Extra pillows. Free snacks for a nursing mom. Two huge bottles of water (dude breast feeding on a plane makes one thirstier than the Sahara). She held Abbey and walked her up and down the aisle so I could use the bathroom in peace. She carried the diaper bag. She set up the stroller when we arrived in DC. She was wonderful. So, United Airlines - whoever this flight attendant is who was on the plane from Denver to DC leaving Friday at 11.30 am. She's a keeper.
|On the plane coming home.|