Big trip (Part I)

In days of yore (about two weeks ago), it came to pass that the Michigan branch of the Unruh family crossed the continent of North America to join Grandma and Grandpa Unruh, as well as Gram and Grandpa B in the Golden State where the sun sets. Thus, Karen and Mike packed light, and loaded up the jalopy with all of Steven's earthly possessions. They crossed the mighty stream of Traffic, and ended up at the airport. And then the fun began...

Actually, it was a pretty smooth trip, all things considered. But we did look like the Beverly Hillbillies until the bags were checked. Sorry, but nobody took a picture. So you'll have to imagine the car seat strapped to the large suitcase. Quite a sight, I assure you.

We had a layover in MSP that lasted roughly 4 hours (our flight to MSP was bumped 30 minutes earlier, and we arrived earlier than that). Thankfully, MSP is about the most kid-friendly airport in existence.

Steven got to meet Snoopy (this becomes important for reasons you will see in a couple of posts):

Happiness is a warm puppy [that is three times as tall as you]

Then, Steven got to play in the play area at Concourse C:

Roger, Roger. What's your vector, Victor?

That's a 10-4, little buddy. What's your 20?

This was followed by a long flight to the Paris of the West. Steven slept while we taxied, which gave him about an hour's sleep, but was awake the entire flight. Needless to say, his father did not get any sleep or the chance to read his book during the flight. We tried to put him to bed that night on PDT, but he still woke up at EDT. D'oh!

More to come...