Flight Delay

You make traveling quite complicated. We thought we were being pretty sneaky by scheduling our flights during your nap time. We had a friend drop us off at the airport so we wouldn't have to deal with parking and carting our luggage across the parking lot. Then we checked our bags at the curb and headed through security without a hitch. We got on the plane, plopped a bottle in your mouth and smiled at each other with pride as you nodded off to sleep while our plane taxied toward the runway.

Then it happened...

Moments from take-off the pilot came over the loudspeaker to tell us that there was some warning light indicating that the luggage door was open. I didn't really care if other people's luggage was dropped across Central Texas during the flight, but since my luggage was there, too, I was a little more concerned. However, the knowledge that there was a glitch with the luggage door brought up additional concerns (like what if the luggage door light is just a small part of a bigger problem and the plane blows up somewhere over Waco spaceshuttle Columbia style while I'm taking my daughter on her first plane trip to Kansas City to see her grandparents and get baptized? Will my daughter then spend eternity in hell because I insisted on having my pastor back home baptize her?).

Anyhoo, you woke up just after we taxied to the runway for the second time. You were fabulous on the flight. You could have made it such a difficult ride, but you just sat in my lap and cooed.

We spent two weeks leading up to the trip crossing our fingers that your stinky diapers coincided with our layover in Dallas and, if they didn't, what we were going to do if we had to change a stinky diaper on the plane. Luckily your bowels were timed correctly between our delighful Chili's lunch and our connecting flight.