Mt Hood and Mt Jefferson taken from the plane

Mt Hood and Mt Jefferson taken from the plane

So, we’re back in Oregon after visiting family (who, apparently, other than Stacy, don’t ever read the blog).

Aside from the stress of dealing with family, and the oddity of attending a wedding that used the same music as my own, there was the considerable added stress of flying with a 4 year old.

Aside from the fact that airlines rip you off and then make you pay for food on top of the ticket, aside from the fact that Logan long term parking costs twice what it used to, there are still other reasons these flights sucked.

First of all, Thomas’ diapers started leaking like crazy. We had a leaky diaper on 3 of our four flights (and ran out of backup shorts, which were down in the cargo). We had flights that boarded early and left late, leaving us sitting with a restless toddler, while not moving, a person who wouldn’t trade and let me sit next to Veronica and Thomas so that he could stay by his girlfriend, but they both spent the whole flight asleep, and we had the horrible experience of flying through the night when neither parent can sleep, so I’m doing this post at midnight because we’re all awake and having horribly messed up internal clocks.

the good kind of pothead

the good kind of pothead

Anyway, we are back in Arlington now, and when we head west again in three weeks it will be in the car, where if he screams, it will only bother us, where $5 will get us more than a crappy snack box, where his clothes will be accessible, where the pillows will be a normal human size, where we choose what time we leave, where leaving the apartment at 4 AM means we’re in New York by 6:30, not waiting for 12 other planes to take off in front of us, and where I am simply more comfortable.

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