The gate agent made an announcement that 15 people would need to give up their seats. Everyone just sort of looked at each other. 15 people out of 50? When it became clear that this simply was not going to happen, they moved on to plan B. Plan B was to fly around in the air for an extra hour to burn off the extra fuel. Who exactly was in charge of thinking of Plan B? They told us all that we would probably miss our connecting flights in Detroit, but we could either get on the plane, fly around for an extra hour, and then try to get new flights in Detroit, or we could stay in Fort Wayne. Since Detroit is a much bigger airport, we opted to get on the plane.
I was originally supposed to have an hour and a half layover in Detroit. I figured I would change Becca's diaper, we'd walk around a little bit, watch the planes, etc... We landed in Detroit at 10:10. My next flight was due to take off at 10:30. I somehow managed to get off the plane, run like the wind with Becca in the Ergo carrier, the diaper bag on my back, and the stroller not even opened up (no time to unfold it) and get to my connecting gate just as they were about to close the doors. Becca thought this was great fun. She was laughing and laughing as she bounced along as I ran. We were the last people on the plane, and they closed the doors behind us. I was so glad to have made the flight because the next one wasn't going to be for 7 more hours. Hanging out in the Detroit airport for 7 hours with a baby is not my idea of fun.
So we made it on time. Hooray! We spent Friday night in Fort Plain with my parents and the kids, where I apparently did not take any pictures. The next morning we drove to Aunt Beth's house outside of Boston. It was a 3 hour drive. Becca screamed for, oh, 2 hours and 59 minutes of it. The other minute she spent throwing up because she had been screaming so much. (My apologies again to everyone in the car with us. Poor Fiona, I am sure you are scarred for life.) When Becca got to get out of her car seat, she turned back into a happy baby. Here she is at the shower with Nanny:
Erin and Mark:
Erin with her maid-of-honor Robyn:
Here I am with Erin, Meg, my mom, and grandparents:
The shower was very nice, and Becca was a huge hit with all of the cute little old aunts. She also had a great time playing with her cousins Anne, Jack, and Lilly (of which I also took zero pictures. Why exactly did I bring my camera on this trip?)
The next morning Aunt Beth took us to the Boston airport. About 2 minutes after she dropped us off, a Delta person asks me if I am in line for the "delayed Detroit flight". Because obviously it would be too much to ask to have a smooth ride home after our hectic flight getting to the shower. My flight to Detroit was delayed due to maintenance. For FIVE HOURS. Remember how I didn't want to hang out in the Detroit airport for 7 hours with a baby? Well, I got to hang out in the Boston airport for 5 instead. The only good part about this was that Erin and Mark had a flight back later that day. So when they got to the airport, we got a chance to hang out for about 45 minutes before my flight left.
Through it all, Becca was such a trooper. I was worried she might scream on the flight and that we'd be THOSE people, the ones everyone stares at with angry eyes. But (car rides aside), she did such a great job. She smiled at everyone, even when she was long overdue for a nap. She happily played with an empty pretzels wrapper and plastic cup for a good half hour. She stuck her face into the space between the seats to play peek-a-boo with the people sitting behind us. On every single flight people stopped me to tell me what a good baby she was.
Here are 2 pictures of her at the Boston airport. The first is in a little play area we found:
And here she is in the bathroom, laughing at herself in the mirror:
My good, happy girl. When you grow up, I promise not to let you fly anywhere with Delta.
