12of12: Travel Adventure Edition

En route to Hawaii we had to get to SLC to hand off the kids to our parents. The 12th happened to be the day we left Indy. Late afternoon IND-> LAS-> late night into SLC was the plan.

1. Getting the circus through security. Kids = baggage. And a car seat, and stroller.
2. Lunchables are our favorite airplane food for kiddies.
3. My first time ever using a barf bag. As I gave Truman one of the mini-pretzels I thought, "This might not be a good idea." *Hands it over.* It wasn't. It got stuck in his throat (not a full on can't breath-choke) and he whined and fussed for a very long two minutes. Chris and I were freaking out a bit, but trying to keep it cool. Truman refused water, but finally accepted some banana, dislodging the pretzel and his Lunchable. Glad I had the bag at the ready. (Don't worry, the bag wasn't this full. We used it as a trash bag.)
4. Tired, tired kids, running on EDT.
5. Hello, brown desert.
6. Our flight was delayed and Millie would not go to sleep, so finally I strapped her in the car seat and turned on her lullabies. It didn't take long to have two zonked out kids.
7. Our flight was then canceled. Due to weather, so Southwest wouldn't put us up. The desk agent suggested people try HotelTonight for accomodations. Since we're big HT fans, I saw an opportunity, so I started offering up my referral code of DHARTWELL to anyone who would wanted it. $25 off for them, $25 credit for me. These were my people. Are you sure we can use it? All of us? Be my guest!
8. While waiting for Chris to get our new boarding passes, I was hanging out watching the kids. In my Coke bottle glasses. Out the corner of my eye I saw this woman and thought, "Hmm... she looks familiar. Are you Becca...? Yep, Becca Plotts, went to good ol' Burley High, a few years older than me. I ended up giving her diapers to get her baby through until they were home.
9. I hate McCarran. And Vegas. Especially late at night.
10. I only made $100 off the HT gig. I got emails saying several people had used the code but didn't spend $25, so I'll get the credit if they do. Darn you, cheap Vegas hotels.
11. Our nearly $50 (FIFTY DOLLAR!!!) cab ride to our hotel. I hate Vegas. And crooked cabbies who take you the long route. And late nights with travel-weary kids.
12. I think it's safe to say we all felt like this, once we finally got to the hotel room. The non-smoking room that was on the side of the hotel with the band playing outside. (That thankfully we didn't hear). Once the crib finally made it to the room. (We'd given up and gone to bed, Truman still strapped in his car seat.) It was all made worse knowing we had to be up at 4:30 to make our early morning flight. That's the only time I was glad we were running on EDT.

Oh, the joys of air travel with kiddos. Thank goodness they are bona fide troopers who take it all in stride. Champion travelers!