The not so innocent one I refer to, as if you couldn't possibly guess, is One Mister Anderson. The one who looked like this shortly before take off......
Look at that sweet face. "Misbehave? Hmm? Who me? Oh gosh golly me, never. I just don't have it in me. I'm calm and happy and clean." He then channeled a ferocious caged animal for all two hours and fifty one minutes of our flight last night, throwing teething biscuits here and there and head butting me at every opportunity. Then barfed through not one but two shirts, refused to sleep a wink, and responded to a friendly co-passenger's attempt at peek-a-boo by shrieking like she'd bitten him in the face and trying to pull her hair. Oh, Mister. By the time we got off the plane (averting the eye rolls and head shakes of our new "friends") I had a headache the ilk of which I've never had before and seriously considered walking the rest of the way. 300 miles on foot in the dark to a place where bears live seemed a picnic against the idea of boarding ANOTHER
torture chamber plane.
Alas, we made it safe and sound, no airport sprinting required, and that's what matters. The A we know and love returned for flight #2, snoozing the entire way. The family was waiting at the gate and I never remember how much I miss them until we're together again. It's GREAT to be here. I'd truly forgotten how drop-dead gorgeous it is in The Woods (in the summer) and can't wait to start taking it all in. Let the fun begin. After I've had some caffeine and potato oles, that is.