Lila was great on the plane! She was so excited!
Luckily, my brother, his wife and baby traveled on the same plane with us, so I could at least get through the airport ok. My brother carried the heavy stuff.
Once on the island, Lila wanted to go to the beach ASAP! She absolutely loved it. She is definitely my daughter. I have always loved the South Carolina beaches, where I was born. My favorite part of any of my trips is when I hop off the golf cart, make the sandy trek down the pier and I catch that first glimpse of the water peeking over the horizon. The soft sand under my feet, the salty water smell, the chirps of seagulls and the waves crashing into each other do so much for me. A sensory treat to rejuvenate my soul. A little peace after a long trip. There isn't much I enjoy more than sitting at the beach, watching waves kiss the shore and then roll back out to sea.
It reminds me of how small we all are.
This is the same beach we scattered my mom's ashes into 2 years ago.
However, Harper didn't share mine and Lila's enthusiasm for the beach either...
But she was cute anyway!
They meet again.
This kid can run with a ball! I sense I have an athlete on my hands. She chased it all the way down the beach, so far that she became a tiny yellow speckle. I had a small heart attack. Then she jumped on it and ran back. Her feet didn't even touch the sand!
Lila walked my uncle's dog. She usually is afraid of dogs (except our own). So that's new! The storm kicked us off the beach after this picture. We had been there only 20 minutes after an hour of getting sunscreened, suited, packed and making the trek on the golf cart.
Lila fed some deer! Did you know deer like pretzels?
Then she burned her finger on the grill. I was so mad at myself. I had kept her away from it for hours. Then just as we were heading to the beach for an evening walk, she touched it. Luckily it didn't keep her down long. Harper took over the crying for Lila.
During our stay, I had to share a room and bed with them. That wasn't fun. Never again. No lie. But mornings were still adorable.
We spent a night at my grandpa's house. My whole life, I have always loved staring out their kitchen window at the moss hanging off of the huge trees. Something special about being at "Grandpa's house."
I sat in that same hammock on the back porch when I was Lila's age! I want to have a screened in back porch one day.
Harper was not in love with a lot of our activities (airplane, car rides, strange condos, humidity, beaches, barbecues, lots of new family in her face, etc), including the pool at my aunt's house. Sigh. So she took a nap.
Our flight home was delayed. Of course. My sister-in-law and brother helped me entertain the girls. About now is when I could feel the stress of a non-stop crying baby for the last 5 days and 4 nights wearing me down. I started to enter an emotional state, combined with flight anxiety I have anyway, and the dread I was harboring about the trip home being as bad as the trip out, it was surely a recipe for the disaster that ensued once we stepped on the tiny plane home.
Long story, but I'll make it as concise as possible. It was hot, the plane was late, the plane is tiny, irritated people were lined up behind me wanting to get to their destination, I could hear them fretting about missing their connecting flights. I wanted to take Harper's car seat on the plane and use an extra seat if one was open, in hopes that the flight would be more pleasant for everybody if she were locked down and tricked into thinking it was a car ride. I was dreading the flight home with her in my arms so much that I actually asked what the cost of another ticket would be for her. The agent at the gate said I could since the flight wasn't full. I stepped on the plane, already sweating from lugging all my things down a hot hallway and into the sun. The flight attendant was clearly not in a good mood, possibly from whatever happened on her last flight, which landed late and ended with firemen and paramedics coming onto the plane when it landed (I was watching with anxiety from the big airport window).
She immediately and curtly demanded I show her the FAA approval on the car seat. I had never heard of this but tried to look for one, knowing my car seat must have this. She bruskly told me to get in the tiny galley on the tiny plane, but I couldn't fit myself, my 2 kids, my 2 huge diaper bags, and car seat there. She continued to yell at me to move so other people could board the plane. Harper started to scream as I was turning her car seat every which way looking for a stamp of FAA approval. I asked her where it would be and she told me that was my job to tell her. She was yelling at the gate agent behind me about not losing her job for letting a possibly unapproved car seat on the plane. People in their seats on the plane had started to stare at her and at me. I could tell they were sympathetic to me and not her, as they all had their "what the hell is her problem" faces on, but it didn't make me feel better. Some men in front offered to help me with my things and it triggered that all-too-familiar lump in my throat. My face got warm and I'm sure I was turning red. With all that was going on, I couldn't stop it. The flood gates opened and I started to cry. In front of all these people.
Then I was pissed she had made me cry. I don't cry a lot. Even with all I have been through. I then yelled back at the flight attendant, no longer caring if they let me fly or not. I yelled that my husband had just died and I was still trying to figure things out. I yelled that I would NEVER travel on a plane again. She stared at me with a little bit of shock. At this time, the gentleman found the FAA approval on the seat and she allowed me to go on. I walked to my seat after everyone else had boarded, tears in my eyes, all-out bawling. On my way back, people were touching me and telling me it was ok and that I was going to be fine and some whispered "God bless you" and other things like that. THAT was embarrassing.
Once we got to crusing altitude and everyone calmed down, the flight attendant apologized to me and bought me a vodka. Forgiven.
And in case you're wondering, I was right. Harper was much happier the trip home.
All in all, it was hard to have 2 young children out of their routines and out of their element, doing it mostly myself. I missed out on some things I wanted to do and usually do with family. I didn't get to see sunrise on the beach this year and I didn't have as many adult beverages as I would like (and needed!). I went to bed earlier (and also got out of bed earlier!) than I would like because we shared a room. I did a lot of soothing and shushing. I had to make sacrifices to have the girls happy and comfortable. Eh, that's what moms do. I had my hands more than full. But I am glad I went and made some good memories. Next year, I am taking help with me!
Love and Adventure to all,