Yesterday, we flew home from a somewhat unexpected trip to Colorado. My mom and step dad had some flyer miles that needed a little attention... so they flew Ev and I down for a week.
In Denver we had about an hour before we got on our connecting flight. This is when I discovered I didn't have my cell phone. I was supposed to call my mom to tell her what time my flight was going to get in... so some nice man let us use his phone. I love when strangers are nice.
We got on our much smaller connecting flight. It was less than half full. Everyone got their own row to even out the weight on the plane. It was nice that their was no one to get bothered by non-sleeping Everett.
We finally got to Durango and found our family.
(My mom and Ev)
Somewhere between WA and CO Everett got really watery eyes and a supper runny nose. It lasted for the first day and a half. He looked so sad and sickly.
Everett fell in love with the cat, Sparky, and the little dog, Bindy. He would do a sort of super excited hyperventilating laugh every time they were around. He would chase them around the house too. It made me consider, for a very short moment, getting a pet.
Everett slept fine the first night in a borrowed pack-n-play, I didn't sleep a wink on a rapidly deflating air mattress.
The next day, Thursday, we just hung out and played some tunes:
My mom still has 3 school-aged babies at home. One in Kindergarten, one in Middle School, and one in High School... so we just went along with the everyday grind. My Grandma traveled from NM to visit us too.
(Random picture of Everett... Grandma, Bridget and my nose in the background)