Last Day in Washington
This last day was so hard. I hardly slept the past two nights out of sadness and anxiety. Everyone has been feeling it. We're all trying to keep as calm as possible and keep everything light for the kid's sakes, but it's been difficult.
We'd been joking about the fact that we were flying home with a 2yo that barely knows us on Friday the 13th, but then Hamas called for a "day of terror" and we were a bit concerned. After talking it over with FM, we decided that we'd just wait until the last minute to determine how safe it was to fly. That was the benefit of having an evening flight. Thankfully, our fears were unfounded and we were able to take our flight as planned.
We spent the morning packing up and getting ready to fly home. Ben left first and dropped off the rental car. FM picked up G from school and drove A and I to the airport. The drop off was brutal. We had to unload quickly so we sobbed through our goodbyes and I navigated getting little girl and a ton of luggage into the airport to wait for Ben.
After just 10 minutes or so, Ben met up with us and we started the first part of our adventure by navigating the Seattle airport. A was such a trooper! We'd been telling her we were taking her on an adventure so she was game! We went down an escalator, walked for a bit, went UP TWO escalators, rode an internal shuttled to one stop, switched to another, and then finally arrived at our gate. Whew!
With plenty of time to spare, we grabbed drinks and snacks and sat for a while. Then we visited the restrooms where I changed A in the hopes we wouldn't need a diaper change on the flight
|Waiting for the train
|She found a stage!
|Reading a book at the gate.
|Isn't this what the tray table is there for?
|A and blankie ready to fly!