The trip home

Just a few pics from the plane on Monday. We made it back on a good flight. Weston slept almost the whole way and Donovan succumbed the last twenty minutes or so. Weston was so "out" that he slept through his favorite part: the apple juice and snack! I could hardly wake up before we landed. At one point he leaned his face against his chair so his eyelid opened... but he was still asleep! Zonkered from so much fun in Oregon!
When we landed in Portland on the way down, Donovan had a terrible time with pressure in his ears and Uncle Kevin said that can be avoided with hydration, so I kept making Donovan drink water along with his WHOLE CAN of pop they gave him. Poor guy; when we landed he told me he had to go pee. I told him to wait until we parked and the seatbelt sign went on. Well we stopped about twenty feet out from our space and waited. And waited. And waited. We were RIGHT NEXT to the bathroom at the back and it seemed harmless enough to me, so finally I said, "Just hop in there and go, quick!" Sure enough, before he could release, the stewardess came barreling down the aise: "No, he must remain in his seat. One lady broke her wrist doing that when the plane lurched forward." Poor Donovan was humiliated and I felt bad for encouraging him.

So... we spent the next 12 minutes talking about dry deserts and doing math problems - anything to keep his mind off waterfalls and pee.

People around were quietly sympathizing, but Donovan couldn't stand it. He kept saying, "Mom, I gotta go Peee!" Finally I said, "I understand Donovan, but you can't right now." "Why not?!" "Well, like the lady said.... you might break your wrist." That did it. We all just burst out laughing. It sounded so ridiculous!

Thankfully after just a few more minutes the plane finally edged forward (ever so slowly) and the seatbelt sign went off. He sprung over my knees and into that bathroom before anyone could even stand up!