Well, hello, girls! We completed our four flight voyage to Texas and back with surprisingly few bumps in the road (and air) thanks to your fantastic flying with children advice. You all are the best. Thank you, again!
The only unpleasantness we experienced was at the hands of a Delta flight attendant who made me cry when I asked him to help me lift my suitcase into the overhead bin because I was carrying Charlie. After informing me that he was “here to assist, not do (my) job for me” he ranted on and on (and on and on and on) about how if he “breaks his back” lifting my suitcase he won’t be able to do his job and the other passengers will suffer because of me and my children. Apparently my (not very) heavy carry-on suitcase was, in his (very loud) opinion, extremely heavy. I’m sorry, Mr. Flight Attendant, but man up. If a 34-year-old woman can lift it into an overhead compartment (not to mention drag it through three airports and on and off of one train with three kids in tow) surely you and your delicate spine can manage, too.
In his defense, apparently Delta does have a policy about not lifting suitcases for passengers but oh my gosh was he mean. If he had just informed me of their policy, I would have handed Charlie to Sophia and done it myself. I think the worst part was that Lucy spent the rest of the flight asking why the flight attendant didn’t like us. Poor thing. It’s one thing to upset me, but upsetting my kids? That’s inexcusable.
The only fun I had on that flight was trying to surreptitiously read the name on the flight attendant in question’s badge from twenty feet away since he covered it up with his hand every time he passed by our aisle. And yes, my friends, I did emerge from that plane victorious because…
You have a problem, Delta, and his name is Rick.
Anyway, excuse the rant. Clearly I’m still processing my air travel meltdown. Big fun.
The rest of the trip was a dream though. Here are a few highlights…
My inestimably kind grandmother bought all of our tickets to Texas and let us stay in her gorgeous house so we got to soak up lots of family love while we were there. I wish we could visit each and every day. We had an absolute ball.
Friday night was spent at El Monumento with Joe and Jen Fulwiler. The food was delicious and the drinks were very satisfying indeed, but the company? The company was the BEST. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. I just love the two of them so much. (Jen can hook you up with more fun details right over here.)
I also got to meet the newest member of the Fulwiler clan! And oh, is he delicious. He and Charlie are well on their way to becoming best friends. They may not know it yet, but they are.
This Pom Margarita kindly offered to rep for the entire Texas vacation culinary experience. We went out to dinner all three nights that we were in town and each night found us eating TexMex. I’d show you pictures but I was too busy savoring. TexMex = my little slice of heaven.
And last but not least, my kindhearted mom bought me my first pair of Fly London shoes. Aren’t they the cutest? And isn’t she the sweetest? I adore them.
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