Last day in Washington.....

Monday:

At the conclusion of our Washington trip I was fortunate enough to have one of my life-long friends, Kate-- formally Marshall-- Quayle, over for a "play date" Monday morning. It's hard to believe that I've known Kate for as long as our mother's were pregnant with us at the same time. Though Kate and I have never been close in proximity growing up, we've always shared birthdays and other family friend get-togethers. We even were roommates for a year up at BYU-Idaho. I'm so glad, and blessed to have such a great friend like Kate.

It's even harder to believe that we both have kids now.... that are the same ages we were growing up as friends. I hope that our children will be friends too, of course if we continue to stay close I'm sure they will also. And thus the circle of mother-hood friends continues....


From left to right: Alexis, Kate, Vienna, Kati, and Quincy.

After our Kate/ Kati friend reunion/ play date... we had to part our ways and head off to the airport. When we got there we were informed that our flight was delayed by an hour!

Yikes another hour in the airport?!?

How do you entertain a 15 month old little boy in the Portland International Airport?




I'll tell you how: You spend about 30 minutes "riding" the moving sidewalks up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Then you make a few trips to the bathroom to avoid having to change diapers on the plane. Then you spend 15 minutes trying to coax him into eating a Wendy's frosty when he's hungry. Then you have another 20 minutes or so of people giving you dirty looks because your child doesn't want to sit still and proceeds to protest the sitting by yelling and screaming. Then you have some lady who sits next to you who goes on and on and on and on about her life story and reeks of strong liquor. She continues to talk and tell you about her daycare and how she cares for an autistic boy who's two years old. She also tells you how cute your child is and how "fun" they are at this age. You look at her like, "lady you must be drunk, because any sober woman who had to deal with this child right now in these circumstances would not describe this as 'fun'". Then you feel utterly and completely exhausted and all but give up in the battle, only to be told that the plane will be boarding shortly, so get in line according to your boarding pass number.





This is how our down time was spent at the airport.



But I have to say, the plane ride back to Boise was pretty decent. Quincy did very well until the end because he was tired and hungry and started to cry a little; I think in all honesty I wanted to cry too............luckily I didn't.


Oh, this picture was taken before we found out all the bad news about our flight delay... can't you tell?



Overall, we had a wonderful trip to Washington and can't wait to come back with Tyler next time.

Love you Mom and Dad!