We were back in Minnesota for Mike's niece's wedding this weekend. Kolton stayed with my mom so we could enjoy ourselves. The day was beautiful and the bride was especially stunning. The hard part about this event for us was it may have been the first time we felt incredibly old. At 23 both Carson and Erin have their shit together...world traveled, good jobs, even home ownership, and now married. When the party at the reception really got started Mike and I quickly realized we didn't necessarily fit in with the kids going crazy on the dance floor. Even though they were dancing to all of the music we like. I felt like I aged 10 years in a flash. And then I aged another 10 years when Carson told me I was young at heart...ouch! Never the less we had a very relaxing weekend with Mike's family and even snuck in some time with a few friends. So all was well with the world until it was time to go home...
A 4 hour delay with a non-napped toddler. We didn't go back to our house in Richmond until 3:30 in the morning! Poor Kolton didn't know what hit him. He had an absolute meltdown at the airport screaming "Daddy Do!" about 100 times. (Mike and I take turns asking him who loves him the most and he changes his answer depending on who's asking) He was like CD skipping for over 20 minutes. Finally he crashed on my shoulder shortly before we boarded at 11:30pm. FAA regulations state that all ticketed passengers; even 2 year olds need to be seated in their seats with their seat belts fastened to take off. Ugh! Kolton was so tired all he wanted to do was nuzzle my neck and sleep! So I hunched over as far as I could and thankfully he slept through it, then continued to sleep on Mike the rest of the way.
Am I rambling? I think I'm rambling... Better go to bed!
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