Flying Home

We were up early, once again, to get breakfast and make it to the Airport in time for our flight home. 

We were going to miss Disneyland.

Waiting for our Uber, while Claire checks out her tongue in the reflection of my suitcase handle.

Claire's moodiness started to appear even before we got on the airplane home, and she really didn't let it up the whole time we were in the air. I kept calling her "Princess" on the airplane, and had finally had enough of that when she loudly told me, "I'm not a princess!" Earning many laughs from the passengers around us.

You also know she had been a little stinker when the cute flight attendants offered to take her back to California with them 🤣. Bless them!

We've decided whoever designed the new SLC airport deserves to be shot. Our airplane landed so far away that they had to shuttle us back to the airport.

This is the tunnel leading us back into the Airport, where we get to walk the extra mile under the terminal back to the exit. It was crazy!

But, a funny story. We did so good at keeping track of Claire, until we came up the stairs from the tunnel under the terminal and realized, that Claire was missing. Gone. Disappeared. No one even saw her slip away. Greg takes off running down he hallway and he's too far away before I see Claire come strolling out of the bathroom. She had seen the bathroom, and taken herself into the correct one (the women's), and had even washed her hands. I was torn between being proud of her and scolding her for not telling us where to go. Oh well, the run was probably good for Greg. Being home had put him on edge anyway. The extra exercise was probably good for him.

Mark picked us up from the airport in our Van, and we were home by noon, in time to rest and recoup from our awesome vacation.