On the PreFlight Parking bus headed to the airport...
We checked our bag (and Luke's carseat after the lady talked
us into it) and got through security when I got an email saying
we had a gate change and our flight would be delayed an hour.
After two more delays our 10:00 flight finally left at 2:00. :/
After our rough morning of hurry up and wait I knew that the kids would either sleep or be cranky on the flight. It really could've gone either way. Much to my dismay, though, Luke didn't sit in his full price seat for very long. After screaming "Mommy, don't tie me down!" across the plane as I was buckling his seatbelt, he began chanting "Hold me, Mommy, hold me!" After about three seconds of standing my ground I unbuckled him and put him in my lap where we wrestled and he kicked the seat in front of me almost the entire flight. During the five seconds he was actually coloring and content, he was apparently talking too loud because the lady he had been kicking (who didn't seem to mind that) turned around and very rudely said "He is too loud!" Really, lady? You didn't mind the kicking, but his TALKING is too loud?!
E slept.
Six hours after our intended arrival
time we finally made it to Houston...
















