Another air travel adventure for Sweet William and Darling Fergus. Our American Airlines return from San Francisco was delayed five hours for maintenance. We were finally about to board when we learned that the pilot had hit his head and had to be replaced (another two hours in the airport). I guess I’m already blocking the memory because I can’t tell you how we passed the time, though photo evidence reminds me that William conked out on a bench for about 40 minutes. That’s a little cable car he’s clutching in his fist.
We got home at 5:15 a.m.
How do cranky, jet-lagged babies pass a rainy day at home with a sick mama? We make towers and forts out of our latest Honest Diapers delivery.