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I’m trying to find the right words for how this weekend went…and I’m struggling. Seeing both sides of my family was absolutely wonderful. The travel, well it wasn’t too much fun.

In case you are wondering, nope, Bea didn’t run up and down the aisles of the plane screaming like I thought. She stayed put in her seat and loved being on that plane in the window seat. It was being in the airport that wasn’t too appeasing to her. All those people, plus too much stimulation and anticipation for what was to come next. I do have to say that getting there was a lot easier than getting back. Upon finding out last Friday that we needed to supply birth certificates for them to fly on this particular airline, we tore apart the house on Friday afternoon looking for them. I thought we got them, but instead it was their social security cards that we received. When we checked in on Friday, they let us through – it was an issue, but it wasn’t that big of an issue…You see, they only want those birth certificates for those that “appear” they might be over the age of 2, requiring the purchase of an extra ticket. Bea is 23 months, and because she is borderline, they questioned it. No question about little Miss O, though.

However, on our way back was a completely different issue. We were hoping there weren't going to be any problems, and of course there were. After a short nap on the way to the airport, both girls were awoken (not by choice) as we dropped off the rental car and headed into the airport. As we got to the head of the line I was hoping for a nice person to check us in, and she looked nice enough. But, she wasn’t. Had to grab her manager because of all these strict guidelines, apparently. They wanted something, needed proof, or we were going to have to buy Bea a separate seat for the plane. After Josh complained and complained some more, they were not giving in, so he tried to call the hospital where she was born to get someone from the medical records department tell them she was under 2! They said they could call her doctor office, but of course there is no one there on the weekend. We were screwed. And during this whole time, not just one, but both girls were cranky because they had short naps. So they were crying and I was trying to calm them down. Bea only wanted Josh, but he was occupied with the matter at hand. She was so upset I thought she was going to throw up. And in the end of it all, we had to pay the extra fare (which we are going to try to get our money back for). Then all through the security line she was screaming. Up until we got into the terminal and she saw the planes. Then, she was fine. But let me tell you….wow, it was horrible there for a good 20 minutes.

To top everything off, Bea threw up while we were there, both nights. Olivia came down with a fever on Saturday night. So you know going home with them wasn’t going to be fun. I have to give a shout out to my Aunt, who continuously washed pukey bedding and clothes for us all the while saying she understood and it was fine, no big deal. Thank you! And thanks for letting us stay with you.

And on a much happier note, our whirlwind trip was a lot of fun and seeing everyone was so nice. We had a really good time visiting with people we don’t see all the time and it was especially nice because my parents were there. The girls got to put up their ornaments “Days of our Lives” style, and Olivia got to light her first candle on the menorah (Bea lit her second).

Oh, and nope, our holiday cards haven’t been started, so if you normally get one from us, plan on it being late this year…