Yesterday, Ella and I flew to Las Vegas to spend a week with my family.
Bart has a really busy couple of weeks at work, so we figured we’d escape the freezing winter of Texas (oh, wait. Never mind about the freezing and winter part. I was wearing shorts while I packed and our apartment got up to 84 degrees on Sunday evening before I finally turned the AC back on) and enjoy some time with my parents and Crawford.
Ella took the world’s most pathetic nap yesterday morning, which made me extremely nervous about the plane flight. And then, of course, the flight ended up being completely full (three standby passengers made it on, so there wasn’t a seat anywhere), so I pretty much just wished I could teleport.
But then, she was delightful. She smiled and laughed and ate so many packs of airplane snack mix that I got through nearly 30 pages of my book while she sat on my lap rearranging pretzels and tiny crackers on the tray. I couldn’t have asked for her to be better, especially considering that she’d been up for over six hours by the time we landed.
Which meant that when we arrived back at my parents’ house, she went straight down for a nap that turned into bedtime (which also meant she woke up at 4:40 this morning, after twelve and a half hours of sleep).
This morning we did a little video chat with Bart (Ella tried to feed him Cheerios through the monitor). Aside from missing him, I am so happy to be here. It’s nice to have the whole week stretching ahead of me with no responsibilities aside from making sure my child doesn’t terrorize the cat (HE will be happy when we clear out at the end of the week).