Moot Thoughts & Musings

So on Saturday I flew down to Florida. I packed everything for the boy and for me in one backpack which I carried on. Unfortunately I had take the darn carseat, so one checked item. The carrier I borrowed from my friend worked out great, though it doesn't have great back support. Definitely a style I will look into, though probably not the brand. It was a huge help. I had the boy on my back, and our stuff on my front. Grandma's bags hung from elbows, and I pushed the wheelchair with my hands.

It was definitely wonderful to see and to be with my grandmother again. It was a good time traveling with her, sort of reliving past times when we were summer traveling buddies. She's up here close to us now, and that's a good feeling.

The weekend itself, though, was blah. I'm just exhausted from all the moving and other craziness going on, and hauling through airports with the Wiggliest One-Year Old in the World Who Never Sleeps was not high on list of Desired Things to Do. The brevity of my stay in Pensacola combined with my lack of transportation made it impossible to do or to see anything. My proximity to New Orleans kept haunting me. And it would've been nice to see the water....

All told, Ellis is an excellent traveler. He did sleep in the backpack carrier during our layover in Atlanta today. That was good. Part of the reason why he doesn't sleep on the airplane is that he keeps flirting with everyone around him. And when all else fails, "this little piggy" always amuses.

I had kind of a rough time, so I was pretty thankful to see my dad and sister and then Chris at the Baltimore airport. Dad and Luisa took G'ma on their way to their part of Pennsylvania, and Chris and I headed back to Philly on I-95. No sooner did we clear Baltimore, though, did I realize that my driver's license was still in my g'ma's purse, where I had tossed it for safe-keeping in a frantic moment while my wallet was out of reach. We had just stopped for some dinner and I called my Dad so that he could overnight it. He asked "Well, where are you?" It turned out that we were only one exit away from where they had stopped for dinner!! Praise the Lord! So we turned around and made it to where they were with time to order dessert. And I can continue to drive legally. Thankfully, that was the most upsetting thing on the trip.

The actual flights with my grandma went wonderfully smoothly. She needs a lot of extra help, due to recent surgery and paralysis from a injury when she was young, but we managed great. My great-aunt had booked us first-class which was a HUUUUGE help. It really made such a huge difference to have the extra room and extra attention. (We were hoping to get extra food out of it, too, but alas.)

I'm home. Chris did wonderful unpacking/organizing work while we were gone, and it feels just that more homey around here.