Arriving to the vacation
Little man slept on the plane. He was sprawled across his mother. Although my wife was uncomfortable, the crying toddler a few rows up showed how much worse things could be.
After the plane landed, my wife and I broke into small groups. She took the baby and the stroller. I loaded up with our carry on bags and the dreaded car seat. We met up at the gate and awaited our checked baggage. The rental car and drive to the vacation rental awaited. Total travel time: forever.
The trip has been worth the trouble. Little man`s new word is beach and we can`t complain about the cool temps of Southern California. The first beach invovled carrying 4 folding chairs, 1 beach umbrella, 3 buckets for sand castles, 3 towels, 1 diaper bag, and 1 eighteen month old. Turns out, we aren't on a vacation from irony.
