Flyin' High Again

Ben fussed much when we first got on the plane yesterday. He was very tired and had only about a 45-minute nap that morning.

About 15 minutes before we left his grandparents' house, Ben got a last-minute gift from Grandpops. We had stopped at a woodcraft store in Bethany Beach our last day there, and found a wood truck with various shapes as cargo. Grandpops bought one for Ben and one for Ben's cousin. When Grandpops gave it to him, Ben grabbed it and played with it until we left.

We sat and ate a bite in the airport before getting in the pre-board line. Ben's age gives us the privilege of getting on before everybody else. On Southwest, that's a good thing, because the tickets are general admission. We ended up waiting in the pre-board area for about 20 minutes, where Ben got very restless. Shannon walked him down past another gate or two, then back. More waiting. I walked him past those gates, up the escalator, then back down the escalator, which he loved. He kept saying, "ecksater, ecksater" after I had to pick him up and carry him back to our gate.

Following a short bout of crying on the plane, Ben calmed down as he played with his horse, dinosaurs, and books. All in all, it was a good flight. We had to stop in St. Louis, but never had to change planes.

We were very glad to be on the ground again, even though it was a humid 91 degrees at 7 o'clock. Shannon's aunt and uncle took us to their house, where we put Ben to bed, ate pizza, and hit the sheets.

The trip is over and I sit typing as Ben sits on the living room floor playing with cars that stay in this house, along with his horse and dinosaurs. Evidently one of the dinosaurs was having issues, because Ben is now saying, in a reassuring tone, "Okay, di'saur. Okay, di'saur."