Friday 4 January 2013

High Fives and Airplane Rides

The night of December 29th was spent executing the final tasks on the “to do” list. We did not complete everything that we wanted. By 12:30AM that night we didn’t care to do any more work. When we woke at 6:00 AM (thanks Fenton!), we proceeded to complete the last bits of laundry, cleaning, and vacuuming. Kirsten showed up at 9:00AM to take us to the airport and we were still adding more items (including another carry on piece). Surely, we must have appeared rather stressed. Fitting the immense amount of luggage in the SUV was difficult and made us nervous about how transport would go once in Rarotonga.

By 9:24AM Kirsten had us on route to YEG and managed to get us there before 10:00AM. Impressive. It was during this drive that Heather and I had our first high five… Actually, I offered up the high five and Heather denied me, saying that too many obstacles were in our way to be celebrating just yet. Heather is all “work first and fun later”.

At the Air Canada kiosk, we were unsure if we should keep the baby backpack and check the Chariot baby carrier or vice versa. After speaking with the clerk, it became clear that he had no idea if the Chariot was allowable based on its size. Rather than check with someone who knew the answer, he said “ah… go ahead. I’m sure it’s fine.” And off we went with most of our carry on bags in the Chariot and Fenton in my arms.

Going through security in Edmonton was certainly a blur. The security person detected explosives on the Chariot and all of the bags had to be searched. This was a good thing because we needed to repack all of our carry on bags anyways. We packed them in a panic that morning and really had no idea where anything was. When a half consumed bottle of Pepsi was pulled out, both Heather and I laughed because this is not a mistake we would ever make under normal circumstances. By the time we were through security, all of our carry on bags were well organized, Heather had been through a body scan while I held Fenton and we had confirmation that there were in fact no dangerous explosives with us. This was when we had our first high five.

Fenton was a dream on the flight to Calgary. He was obviously saving something special for the flight to Los Angeles. 

In Calgary we had to pick up all of our bags to clear customs. The customs official went into great detail how poor his luck was. He was excited to see a beautiful woman in line (Heather) but when she approached his desk, he realized that his luck was over when she was followed by a young man with a baby boy. Heather responded by saying that she thought he had a very nice wedding ring. Awkward.

Security in Calgary was another adventure except that we knew where the liquids and gels were. I held Fenton because he behaved best with his dad for some reason. While in line, I reached into my pocket to get my phone and it was wet. The sound of urine hitting the ground seemed to get the attention of many in line as the wet spot on my shirt became larger by Fenton. At the X ray a security guard barked out orders at Heather, rushing her through the process. Heather replied that she was still trying to satisfy the first request before getting the fifth one done. She ordered me to pull a bottle out of Fenton’s mouth so that it could be X-rayed (this did not go well) and Heather had to complete yet another body scan. Another gong show completed earned us another high five.

The flight to LA was 5 hours. Fenton was awake the entire flight and had not napped all day. Needless to say, he was a bit of a handful. Speaking of handfuls, Fenton has a habit of larger than normal bowel movements during flights and this was true to form. When Fenton did his business, I made my way to the restroom with a bag of diapers, wipes and Vaseline. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring a garbage bag. The change table in Air Canada planes are horribly small. I was lucky to get Fenton’s head and bum on the table. When Fenton’s pants came off poop was oozing out of the diaper, all over the pants, his legs, and feet. That was when the turbulence began. I used paper towels to scoop as much of the awful smelling feces before removing the diaper. Without getting into any more detail, Fenton and Greg made it unscathed.

In LA we had a wonderful break as Fenton had a nap in the Chariot and Heather slept. It was a 7 hour wait until out flight. The issue of course was that Fenton had had so much sleep that he was up until 2:30AM before he went back down. During the 10 hour flight to Rarotonga we were lucky to get two hours of sleep. Adventures go this way sometimes.

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