Out trip to D.C. was very adventuresome. Traveling with a young child is difficult but easier than traveling with an infant. The good thing is, you don't always have to carry them (even though Hudson thought we should). The bad thing is, they don't help carry the luggage, and when they do help, it ends up eing a disaster. Hudson did a great job on the trip.
Our first flight was from Houston to Dallas. We were meeting up with Granddad, Grandma and Aunt Paula there and then flying to D.C. Our plane was late and then had to fly around some thunderstorms so our 40 minute layover was about a 5 minutes too late layover.
The good news was, as we were waiting patiently for the people to get off our first plane so that we could make a mad dash to the next one (which was completely on the other side of the airport and required that we ride the rail system) we met the man in front of us. He was an American Airlines pilot which is who we were flying. He said we would be ok and that they would get us another flight. Then we explained that we were meeting family and he understood why we were desperate to get there quickly. He asked Hudson's name and we thought nothing of it.
The good news was, as we were waiting patiently for the people to get off our first plane so that we could make a mad dash to the next one (which was completely on the other side of the airport and required that we ride the rail system) we met the man in front of us. He was an American Airlines pilot which is who we were flying. He said we would be ok and that they would get us another flight. Then we explained that we were meeting family and he understood why we were desperate to get there quickly. He asked Hudson's name and we thought nothing of it.
We got off the plane and ran through the airport, loaded the railsystem, got off at our terminal (sure that our plane would be gone), but as we turned the corner the check in lady was yelling Hudson's name. Apparently the pilot had called ahead and asked them to wait on us. Wasn't that nice!! I thought our family had mentioned us, but they said they hadn't - so it had to be him (especially since they were yelling - YOU MUST BE HUDSON - DON'T WORRY YOU'RE NOT TOO LATE!).
Needless to say, I didn't get any pics of this, because of the big rush. But then, we got on the plane (the very last people to get on) and we were row 18. Our family was on row 16. A lady on row 17 was very adgitated at us talking and asked us to switch rows with her because she couldn't put up with this the whole flight. So we switched. Then the pilot decided that a window was broken and couldn't be fixed, so we had to all get off again. This photo is us waiting for our next plane to load again....
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