Tonight we flew to Salt Lake City for a weekend of Spring skiing at Alta and Snowbird. We had a terrible flight from JFK - first of all, our plane left two hours late because there was a delay with loading the bags onto the plane and then we got stuck behind the line-up of international flights.
Normally, you are a pro at flying - you have a bottle during take-off and then fall asleep in my lap. But tonight, you were very figgety and would not fall asleep. You were whining and crying but we could not figure out what was wrong. I kept feeding you bottles of milk because that seemed to be the only way to soothe you and stop you from crying. However, with 90 minutes left on the flight, you puked all over me (like two buckets full of milk!). Poor baby!
You must have felt so awful. Luckily, we were standing up in the galley so no one else got puked on. Daddy was sleeping, so the flight attendant had to go wake him up so he could help us out. First, we wiped you down with warm towels and changed your clothes. Then I had to throw away my shirt because it was so stinky - I ended up just wearing my ski jacket since I did not have an extra change of clothes. Then we had to wipe down the floor with club soda to clean up the mess. What a nightmare! After that experience, your Daddy does not want you to travel as often. So you are 'grounded.'
Everyone was so happy when our flight finally landed. Since we were two hours late, we met our friends Ty and Suzanne from Seattle at the condo. I put you to bed immediately while Daddy and Ty went on a beer run.
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