Flight to Boston

We tried to break up the flights this time around by stopping in Boston on the way out. We vacuumed ourselves out the door early on Mother's Day morning. We had a jolly driver in our airport shuttle who packed candies into each of his cupholders (which did not go unnoticed by the boys in the backseat). We were feeling overwhelmed on the curb when he dropped us off, and decided to use the sky cap.
It was the best decision ever, because we thought we'd have to pay for the bags since we were only going to Boston on Sunday. He looked at our itinerary and went and got us through free (a savings of $550) for the eleven bags of hooey we're hauling with us. Before you berate us though, note that our luggage is a legitimate reimbursible expense, while buying Legos or Cars the Movie underwear over in Vienna is not.
The security checkpoint went so smoothly that I couldn't believe we were on the other side. They let through our bottle of amoxicillin and motrin without batting an eyelash, and even let through this weird bag full of tortillas and mandarin oranges Rob had grabbed from the fridge. The only thing they wanted to check was Fluffy's gerber baby granola with pears and blueberries. We don't travel much -- has anyone else noticed that we seem to be at the lemon yellow alert level now?
The flight was also smooth and easy except for the Fluff, who was a manic monkey. Maddie went nose first into Percy Jackson re-reads and we never saw her. Will and Sebi watched Bolt and I saw Last Chance Harvey. I was playing the Mother's Day card and Rob had to wrestle Fluffy about three quarters of the flight.

Comments

jenlinmin said…
Percy Jackson is the favored series in our house right now too!
Zina said…
I'm laughing about the weird bag with the tortillas and mandarin oranges -- Dean would totally do that. On one flight early in our marriage, he packed some leftover salad in a small empty yogurt container, and it dripped all over everything in the diaper bag. I let him know that the saving of the salad was not worth the cost of the mess.

However, the massive amount of snacks he packed when we took the kids to Europe turned out to be worth its weight in happy fed kids.

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