Whew! This is one of the driest runs in this blog’s history but we’ve been busy. Amy flew out to Savannah last Wednesday morn for a conference and I joined her Thursday afternoon. She brought Grey down and, happily, he was a perfect gentleman the entire journey. And bonus points for TSA for requiring Grey, who is five months old today, to remove his shoes and run them through the x-ray machine before being carried through the metal detector. Geniuses.

Also, I found out that you get charged $15 for checking even one bag nowadays, which therefore encourages more travelers to bring their carry-on sized suitcases through security. I find it odd that no one cared about the gel-filled pouch we heat up in the microwave to warm baby bottles, because it seems like that could be filled with a variety of liquid substances that are banned from carry-ons… but what do I know? Anyway, I opted instead to bring my bag to the gate, where they had a mandatory policy to check it, which was fine because I wasn’t planning on bringing it with me in the plane to begin with. But of course they’re not set up for thirty people needing to check and retrieve their baggage at the gate, which in turn leads to bottle necks, and the oh-so-important doorknob salesmen who simply must call everyone in their cell phone’s contacts at the moment the plane touches down, and therefore become just as (if not more so) clueless and clumsy as the family of fifteen traveling on an airplane for the first time. Fun? Oh no. Not so much at all.

Overall, the trip has been lovely although school and teaching obligations have hamstrung me quite a bit. Normally I’m on full-time baby duty Thursdays and Fridays and get very little done anyway, but I would still say I’m running behind the curve on my own schoolwork this semester. So it goes.

The weather has been nice, about thirty degree warmer than Wisconsin and far sunnier, and the g’parents have been vital in making sure the baby Grey gets all the attention one could hope and dream for. Savannah’s a lovely little city made for strolling and, more to the point, strollering.

We return tomorrow to cold, rain, and work. Not looking forward to the grind, that’s for sure.

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