Rebecca and I arrived safely yesterday morning. We took a red eye from Orange County to Atlanta, and that flight was fine. We haven't flown Delta in awhile, and Rebecca was quite taken with the in-seat personal televisions with touch screens. She was compelled to touch all over her screen to make it change channels or whatever. Despite the fact that she was falling asleep, her little hand would reach out to the screen to do something on it. I had told her that we would get to sleep on the airplane and then when we woke up, we'd see Grammy. Since we were schedule to arrive in Atlanta at 4:45 a.m. Eastern time, which is 1:45 a.m. our time, I thought she would probably sleep through until we were on the second flight. Nope! As soon as we touched down in Atlanta, Rebecca's eyes popped open and she exclaimed, "I coming, Gammy!" She was slightly dismayed that we were not yet to see Grammy, but that didn't stop her from keeping a whole terminal full of people entertained by her dancing and singing waiting to board our next flight. I suggested to Rebecca that we get something to eat while we waited. She said, "Um, how 'bout Cacker Battle [Cracker Barrel]?"
Unfortunately, the flight from Atlanta to Huntsville wasn't as good. We were delayed leaving by over an hour. It was a puddle jumper plane, so we had to go down a couple of flights of stairs, walk across the tarmac, and then climb the stairs into the plane. That's fun when you need to carry the carseat and hold a toddler's hand! As I boarded the plane, the flight attendant demanded proof that Rebecca's carseat was TSA/FAA approved. So I had to drop everything to show her the sticker. That wasn't good enough for her though, and she ended up confiscating Rebecca's carseat! Rebecca had to ride unrestrained, because our flight attendant was obviously wiser than Britax, the FAA, and all the other flight attendants on the other 40 flights it has been on with us. She then made a couple behind me put their newborn's carseat forward-facing. Clearly, the woman was an idiot on a power trip. I have her name and composed a letter to Delta mentally on our brief flight. Nonetheless, we made it safely into Huntsville and had breakfast at the Cacker Battle. Rebecca was practically in a stupor from lack of sleep and tried to get our of her stroller when I turned my head and fell and whacked her head on the (carpeted) store floor. It was a loud hit, and I think it kind of knocked the breath out of her as well as stunned her, because it took quite a while for her to let out a bloodcurdling scream. She cried hard enough that it made her fall asleep finally. She napped for several hours but was refreshed to see what things awaited her at Grammy's house. She had the best time playing with Shakespeare last night. You'd never know that dog is eleven years old. He was frolicking and cavorting and chortling, and Rebecca was dancing with him. She was giggling so hard and kept telling Shakespeare that he was crazy. She and I both slept really well (and early!) last night.
We sure do miss Daddy, but we are looking forward to him joining us here soon! I'm sure he is eating himself into an MSG coma since we are gone. He had to get his fix of Chinese food while I'm out of town, since I don't like authentic Chinese food nearly as much as Americanized Chinese food, which no self-respecting Asian will eat apparently.
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