Sam and I were up at 4 am today. This morning was the beginning of our Christmas vacation and we were both too excited to sleep. By 7:30, we were packed into a car with Jackie, Mike, Miranda, James, and countless bags. We drove to a park-and-ride lot, hopped on a shuttle, and checked our luggage at the airport.
Through all of this, Sam was an angel. He took it all in stride. He patiently allowed himself to be pushed and pulled through the Minneapolis airport. After arriving at our gate two hours before takeoff, Sam fell asleep in his stroller and didn't wake up until it was time to board.
Unfortunately, our plane was late coming through Chicago, and we weren't boarding. Sam started to get cranky. An hour after our original departure time, we boarded the plane. We then waited about 30 minutes for our bags to be loaded. After finally starting to move, we stopped again to have the plane de-iced. Sam was really, really mad.
I did everything I could to keep him happy. I sang, gave him snacks, and passed him to Mike, Jackie, and Miranda. He was just miserable. A couple of times I looked away from him, hoping that if I ignored him he'd get bored and stop whining. Each time I thought he was fine, I'd look back to find him sobbing silently in his seat, huge tears covering his face.
After finally landing in Denver, he just went limp. He didn't seem to feel anything about making our way to the main terminal, seeing Grandma Barb and Grandpa Doug, or waiting for our bags. He was silent as he was strapped into the car and didn't pay any attention to the rest of us on the ride to Grandma Barb's house.
As soon as we were home, Sam walked into Grandma Barb's living room and threw up all over the coffee table.
Since then, he has been his happy, giggling self. Happy holidays!
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