40 min flight delay (at midnight) equals a 15 minute layover (at 6 am). Let's do this thing.
Most of us couldn't hold out for the plane.
Tadpole demonstrated his X-Man Power of sleeping in any position.
Even Derek George would be impressed.
They were falling like flies...
Except for the little Energizer Bunny here...
We knew we were sunk when in Salt Lake we saw the 8 people in wheelchairs that had to be assisted onto the plane. We watched our 15 minute layover in NYC vaporize. We missed our connection by 10 minutes. While Pops tried to haggle our way onto the next flight into Boston (for nearly 2 hours), they rest of us resumed our most comfortable airport position...
Abz even tried planking...
But we were determined to get our Zzzzzs.
Except for this guy, who apparently only needs donuts.
Sleep is a non-essential.
Pops did prevail and all 7 of us made it home on the next flight and much to our dreary, homesick hearts delight we found a package from Aunt Margaret! It was simply the best thing *EVER*. There was some thing for everyone, from science kits to bouncy balls to cook books, to blasting rocket ships to tiny baby jeans and baby cowboy boots. It brought smiles to our tired faces and spring back into our step. We couldn't have found it at a better time! Thank-you Aunt Margret! You are the best!
About 2 hours later I made the kids some mac and cheese and went to put Jaws down for a nap. Little Chief was cheerfully chattering about his new bouncy ball when I left.
10 minutes later I came back to find him face down on the floor, dead out.
We made it home.
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