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A long day.

Our plans for a nice, long, relaxing weekend in Las Vegas didn't begin as planned. We left Boston around 6:00, landed in D.C. safely. We had a brief layover in D.C., boarded on time around 7:50. This is the point where our luck took a drastic shift. Chris, Claire and I boarded the plane first to allow ourselves extra time getting situated. After nearly 45 minutes of waiting for everyone else to board, we were ready to go. The plane stood still. An hour later, we were notified that a fuel pump was broken and as a result, we'd need to stop to refuel in Kansas City. Wonderful. This delay would push back our arrival approximately 2 hours. We began to taxi from the jetway, only to hear the notification that the left engine wasn't working. Oh, joy! We were less than thrilled with this news and were even less thrilled to hear it would be another hour or so until the mechanic could alleviate the problem. We did end up leaving, arriving safely in Las Vegas at nearly 4:00 am after almost 10 hours on the same plane. It was an incredibly long day. Thankfully, Claire was an angel. I am not sure what Chris and I did to deserve such a perfect kiddo, but we are extremely thankful. This terrible experience could have been so much worse. On the upside, we've been having a great time. My Mom and Dad are loving Claire. Lauren and Jessica are being great aunties and Chris and I are enjoying the heat (80 degrees yesterday) and the break from full-time parenting duties.

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Erin&Joshua said…
If you keep talking about your perfect child, you might actually convince Josh that we need one . . . cut it out! :)

Hope you guys have a great time and we can't wait till you get back!
March 23, 2008 at 4:50 AM
heather said…
Have a great time and enjoy all the extra hands!
March 25, 2008 at 11:03 AM
Anonymous said…
I miss you all already!

Love ya,
Jessica
March 25, 2008 at 11:58 PM
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