Over the weekend, my daughter and I made a trip southward to attend the Christening of my niece. I am the Godmother, and very proud to be.
When I first held my goddaughter, she cried and cried. But then I started talking to her in her language (mostly “a-gooo” and other babyspeak) and sticking out my tongue at her, which she thought was very funny… and we hit it off quite well.
I feel a special bond with all of my nieces and newphews. I’ve been lucky enough to see all of them within the last two weekends, between my trip to Kansas City and my trip to Dallas.
Our plane trip yesterday was interesting. We got to the airport at 8pm. We had to check the baggage in with the carrier, then hand it over to TSA. I wanted to tell them, “You DO NOT want to open this bag”, only because it was smashed shut in order to zip it shut. I thought they might take it the wrong way. 🙂
My daughter and I were already exhausted. It had been a long day. Then the flight was delayed for an hour. I informed my daughter. She said, “shit”. I had to laugh, then tell her to not say that word anymore. She apologized, saying, “Sorry.. that just came out.” (could have been worse, right?)
Then, the gate was changed, requiring us to go upstairs and take the tramway over to another terminal.
We finally took off at 10:15pm. My daughter feel to sleep immediately. I fell asleep somewhere inbetween the flight attendant leaving me with coffee and picking up my coffee. 🙂
We landed in Omaha just before midnight. TLK said, “Mom… that flight felt like it was just 2 seconds.” 🙂