And once again, we have to ask: they gave us a kid?
Just two weeks shy of being home, we were off again on another adventure, this time to SoCal for Devin and Paul's wedding. On one hand the idea of ever leaving home again, let alone getting on another plane, was completely abhorrent; on the other hand, this was Devin's wedding and there was no chance we were going to miss it (regardless of the fact that I was performing the ceremony). So we broke out the bags and began the arduous task of packing for a four-day stint at my mom's with Romi. We thought long and hard about what to take: four bottles, the Baby Bijorn (thank you AGAIN Hoffmans), formula, cereal, clothes. We also needed wedding attire for ourselves, so that meant a garment bag. And Romi needed a place to lay his little keppie, which meant schelping the Happy Cabana. Add in the car seat and we hit the four-bag limit pretty darn quickly. As for carry on bags, we had our stuff, his stuff and plane stuff. Ugh. The days of traveling light were long, long, long gone.
Travel day arrived quickly and we got up, got everyone dressed, loaded up the car and headed to the Park and Save lot at the airport (which is $3 a day!). We parked, got on the van, made it to the airport and balanced bags and baby all the way to the ticket counter, where we had to get a lap-child boarding pass for Romi. Once there the nice Southwest ticket man asked us how many bags we were checking and we proudly replied four. He looked around and said he only saw three, which just happened to coincide with the exact moment we realized that we had left the car seat in the car.
Rob was concerned about how long it would take to retrieve the car seat, so we got on the plane hoping for the best. We called Carrie for back-up; she left her extra car seat on the front porch. The car rental place, however, had car seats and after a frustrating 30-minutes Rob was able to ensure that Romi traveled in safe style.
Hey, at least we didn't forget the baby.
Just two weeks shy of being home, we were off again on another adventure, this time to SoCal for Devin and Paul's wedding. On one hand the idea of ever leaving home again, let alone getting on another plane, was completely abhorrent; on the other hand, this was Devin's wedding and there was no chance we were going to miss it (regardless of the fact that I was performing the ceremony). So we broke out the bags and began the arduous task of packing for a four-day stint at my mom's with Romi. We thought long and hard about what to take: four bottles, the Baby Bijorn (thank you AGAIN Hoffmans), formula, cereal, clothes. We also needed wedding attire for ourselves, so that meant a garment bag. And Romi needed a place to lay his little keppie, which meant schelping the Happy Cabana. Add in the car seat and we hit the four-bag limit pretty darn quickly. As for carry on bags, we had our stuff, his stuff and plane stuff. Ugh. The days of traveling light were long, long, long gone.
Travel day arrived quickly and we got up, got everyone dressed, loaded up the car and headed to the Park and Save lot at the airport (which is $3 a day!). We parked, got on the van, made it to the airport and balanced bags and baby all the way to the ticket counter, where we had to get a lap-child boarding pass for Romi. Once there the nice Southwest ticket man asked us how many bags we were checking and we proudly replied four. He looked around and said he only saw three, which just happened to coincide with the exact moment we realized that we had left the car seat in the car.
Rob was concerned about how long it would take to retrieve the car seat, so we got on the plane hoping for the best. We called Carrie for back-up; she left her extra car seat on the front porch. The car rental place, however, had car seats and after a frustrating 30-minutes Rob was able to ensure that Romi traveled in safe style.
Hey, at least we didn't forget the baby.
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