Remember how excited I was that we now live Chicago and the flight to Utah is only 3 hours.. It's amazing right? Well, it's only amazing when it actually takes 3 hours.
On June 18, my mom dropped us off at the Salt Lake Airport. Our flight didn't leave until 4, so we went and got some lunch at Cafe Rio, I bought a book (Dad Is Fat by Jim Gaffigan... HILARIOUS), and we sat in line to board. We had been sitting there for about 30 minutes when I looked up at the screen and it said our plane was delayed an hour. This was frustrating. Especially because toddlers come with a good behavior expiration. We had planned naps, snacks, and entertainment perfectly. We have this down... (this is her 14th flight in 2 years.)
So we sat some more and eventually got on the plane. The pilot came on the intercom and explained there was a giant storm happening in Chicago and the midwest, and all flights that aren't already in flight are grounded.
We sat some more.
TWO HOURS GO BY.... SITTING ON THE PLANE. yes we are still on the runway, waiting for Chicago to tell us if we are free for take off...
Every 30 minutes the captain would come on the intercom and tell us "Chicago, said 'not yet'. We will hear an update in 30 minutes." After 2 hours, the captain decided to drive back to the terminal and let us off to eat and get comfortable.
When we got off, they said they would hear an update in an hour and we would probably leave then. This gave us hope, especially because they told us that we had to be on the plane with in 15 minutes of the announcement or they would leave us. We were NOT missing this plane.
It was now dinner time, so we got Wendy's and ate dinner. Amelia ran around the terminal 65926 times, and we hoped this would wear her out.
Well we had to wait longer than expected and got HOURLY updates... "Maybe the next hour will be better news..."
THREE HOURS LATER. we had eaten all of our snacks and played with our toys... CUE mom's anxiety. It's about to go down in toddlerland.
we got on the plane at 9:00. Yeah.. 5 hours after our first flight.
Because of the storm, we had to go around it, so the flight actually took 4.5 hours instead of 3.
For the flight... Amelia did GREAT. No complaints. She didn't fall asleep until we were landing. OF COURSE. We got into Chicago at 3:30am. We were supposed to get there at 8:30 pm (THE DAY BEFORE) (too many caps for one post?).... Ugh.
Well, it took an other hour for our luggage to get to the baggae claim, because so many other flights were delayed. the airport was packed. Amelia was so tired, but not ornery at all... we really lucked out with her behavior.
We got home at 5:00 am. Oh and toddlers don't sleep in, no matter what time they go to sleep. It was just a great day...
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| Pre-Flight... oH the bliss of the unknown |
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| Trying to keep her happy during our 2 hour Tarmac tour |
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| Hour 3 of flight... |
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| As we are landing... |
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| Sitting on my suitcase as I roller her around the airport |
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| My face says it all... |
