East Coast Time

Thumbs up getting ready for our day of traveling, it's 5am at the terminal. 

Sitting by the window on a 737 Boeing jet and my right butt cheek is numb, my left arm is pinned down by a bowling ball of an almost three year old head, my joints ache in that "I haven't moved in two hours" kinda way, I'm uncomfortable. We are headed East. 

It was an early morning with a surprisingly delightful Pyper, that is until she wasn't. For 10 minutes, shortly after take-off, which felt like an eternity, she was screaming to a full plane, "I want off the plane" and "I want to go home!" I got a little worried when phrases like "I don't want to see gramma," came out. She was hysterically tired. It wasn't till she said "please help me calm down," that I was able to have any helpful impact on the situation. Shortly after much coaxing, she fell asleep. 

When she woke up, it was like most of the past traveling we had done, pretty uneventful. Upon arriving in Chicago, she declares, "we should check out Chicago." Yes we should, but not now, we have another plane to catch. 

A beautiful sunrise and a quiet sleeping beauty, unfortunately for the guy next to us, her feet were not so quiet. 

The connecting flight was without incident. In fact, it was a great leg of playing and eating a lot of snacks. It was great finally getting to our destination. 

Lining up to board the connecting flight, we are much happier on this second flight. 

We made it! Now where is that shuttle?

After getting our rental car, we battled rush hour to get to the gym. Our friends were teaching classes, and we hopped in on a much needed Pilates class. So good to stretch out after a long day of being cramped up. We made it to "camp" where hot chili, corn bread, and a glass of white awaited us. Pyper was greeted with lots of toys! We are happy to be here.