Alarm went off at 4a. Got out of the house at 4:35a. Pathetic. Mom and Dad were anticipating that it would take us an hour to get to LAX. (We flew out of LAX on an awfully early flight because it saved us about $60 a ticket. The jury is still out on whether it was worth it or not.) The car ride ended up only taking 35 minutes, Praise God, and we had plenty of time to check in, go through security, and get some wholesome Burger King breakfast before boarding. We were not alone with our 7 month old. There were probably 10 car seats, strollers, baby backpacks, etc waiting to be gate checked. We added ours to the pile and went directly to our row of seats. With so many babies aboard, I was expecting an awful flight, but was surprised with how quiet everything was. Weezy squawked for a couple of minutes before being rocked to sleep by Toby. She slept for the last 45 minutes of the flight. Max played with his Legos and enjoyed his 7:00a Ginger Ale.
Don and Camille met us right outside security at PDX and were very excited to see how much Weezy had changed since they last saw her (when she was 1 month old). Arriving at the new house Don and Camille purchased in September, we all promptly took naps. A 10a nap. There is not much better.
We went to Bud and Cena’s house for the traditional Carswell family Christmas dinner. Cena served up scrumptious ham, turkey, stuffing, scones, jell-o, cranberry sauce, green beans, yams, fruit salad, etc, etc.
More
to come… Rob and Diane and Sam Perez have just arrived from Kentucky as a surprise
for Camille’s 60th Bday. Toby has been elaborately planning this for weeks.