10/07 3eme semaine bis/ 3rd week (2)

Pour la premiere fois de sa vie, florence est montee dans un avion cette semaine.
Tout allait bien, jusqu'au moment ou Kate, qui la tenait sur les genoux, decida de la repositionner. Soudain, c'est l'epouvante: une turbulence au meme moment fait que la pauvre Florence heurte alors le plafond de l'avion. Pleures, cries, et la peur dans les yeux, photo au meme moment, et voila ce que vous pouvez voir...

Cinq minutes plus tard, c'etait deja finit, et elle dormait du sommeil du juste, apres tant de stress dans sa petite vie. Mais seulement voila: le sommeil de mademoiselle est sacre, alors il a fallu faire des ronds dans le ciel pendant 45 minutes pour ne pas risquer de la reveiller avant l'atterrissage, si doucement soit-il. C'est donc avec une certaine consternation que nous avons continuer a bruler 40 litres de 100LL.

La societe protectrice des enfants en peril a deja appelle. Inutile, vu la photo, de nous denoncer a un organisme quelconque. Nous avons fait le nessecaire pour que l'incident ne se reproduise plus.

So, what could be better than going for a plane ride with a five month old? On a reasonably quiet Wednesday we decide "it's time!" to head out on our first post-birth aventure. It's a wee bit past 85 degrees. Awwwh. Twert nothin' compared to the usual 118 degrees in the shade, so we bravely head out.

We load el baby in the car. We make sure we have our airplane car seat. Then the diaper bag. Better pack extra diapers! Then something to drink for Mom. Oh, and snacks. Could get hungry. And what about ear plugs for Florence? Where's the car keys?

We head out to the airport, with windows open, a cool early Autumn breeze threading through the windows. Florence loves wind on her face. We learned that early while blowing on her face as a newborn. It calms her. She's sure to love the warm blast of air waves flowing off the single engine. Things are looking good!

At the airport. Was it this hot when we left? Oh, it's hot! And how do we get in? Looks like they're renovating the place. Where's the office? Oh, Florence is hot already. We've got to get this show on the road before she (and we!) melt.

Grab the airplane seat. Grab the drink for Mom. Oh, get the umbrella for Florence. It's still too darn sunny here. She'll get a sunburn (under six months, babies can't use sunscreen). Lock the car. Oh, it's hot! Hey, where's the diaper bag. Crap! Unlock car. Get diaper bag. My back is killing me. Why are we doing this exactly? Close car. Set alarm. Go to find office.

It's hot!

In office waiting for our airplane. We're in 79E this time. Was hoping for our old RW, but, alas, looks like was not meant to be. Our beloved 5436L has already been sold off (the flight school is closing, sadly, and our beloved place to rent airplanes is closing too!). Okay. It's hot. I'm heading for the airplane. Florence is already sweating like a nut. Time to get naked!

Get to the airplane. Boy, it's hot! Why are we doing this? Mom is getting grumpy, holding hot baby, back breaking, dragging enough equipment to qualify for an Antartic half year expedition. Where's my drink? Oh, that's great. Waiting on the hot, hot tarmac in the sun. Nothing like boiling iced tea to cool one off.

In the airplane. I don't remember it so hard to put a car seat in. WHY are we doing this? Freka frakca bakc 3%$#$!^&!*&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, no, let's stay. I miss flying. FRICKED A DKCIR **&@^@%!!!!!! Yes, I'm having fun............................

Got Florence in the airplane, but it's so old the seat belt won't hold in the car seat. Look, I'm tired and hot. I'm just going to hold her on my lap. Just don't crash! Getting Florence naked to help allay the heat problem. Is the engine started yet? Do we have fuel? Wings attached? Guuuuuuggggggggggg.

Engine started! Ahhhhh. That's better. A great cool breeze flowing off the prop. Nothing like a Cessna! Hey, baby, wanny look around. Mommy props you on her knee so you can look around and raises you so Daddy can get a picture. Oh! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mommy accidentally hits your head on the roof of the airplane! Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

We're taxiing. Brummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, goes the enging. Trying to balance baby and prop open window to keep airflow. But I gotta close the window or else won't be able to close it in flight, and it will be too noisy for baby, apparently, supposedly.

"Tower, this is Cessna 79E at Runway 1, reading for takeoff for straight out departure."

"79E, you're cleared for takeoff runway one."

"Takeoff runway one, 79E"

Richard, wait! I can't get the window shut. Wait wait! Oh crap, as I lean toward Richard so he has clearance to close the window (my right hand is bad since falling on a mountain, so I can't get the strength to close the window) Florence grabs Daddy's headset and is pulling it off his head. Ah!!! She's got my headset. Crap! It's hot! Why are we doing this?! !!! This day sucks! It's your fault! Mine? You said you wanted to go fly!

"79E, reason for the delay?"

Crap!

Weeee!!!!!!!!!!!! We take off. It's hot. And, thus, bumpy. Ooooooohhh. It's been a long time since I flew. I forgot how sick I get. I don't feel so good. Richard, I don't feel so good. Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......... Richard reaches for sickness bag. Want me to turn back? Florence is sleeping. Crap. She needs this nap. No, we have to stay airborne so she can get a decent nap. Crap. I realllllly don't feel good. Should we land? We can't. She'll lose this nap. Ohhhhh. I'm going to be sick. Why are we doing this????

So, we gotta stay airborne for at least anothing 45 minutes. I hope I don't die. I don't feel good. Oh, now the sun is heading in the window. How could I forget how hot 85 degrees is. Because I've been locked in a house for 10 months! Can we gain some altitude so it will cool off? Ooooh. Look at the fighter jets just to our left. Coooooooool..

Must drink something of die. Hot iced tea. Yummy. Blekc!

I'm going to head for smoother air, hopefully you'll feel better. Ohh. FLorene's little ear protections have popped out. Put back in. Popped out again. Put back in. Pop! Put! Pop! I'm going to throw up. Why are we doing this again.

Ohhhh. Another fighter jet. Hope he doesn't shoot us. Ugly sky today. Yeah, we're ready for Ohio. Ugh. I feel like crap? Is it cooler now, because we gained for good altitude. So much for a flying lesson for Mommy today. it's too sunny. Daddy reaches back for a blanket. mommy holds on part in her right hand to block out sun for Florence. Holds left side in her teeth because blanket can't reach to her other hand. Ughhhhh.

Oh! She's awake. We can head back now. I don't feel good. Her ears might bother her a bit unless I descend slowly. Descending slowly. Ugh, the more slow the more bumpy. I'm doing to die.

Landing. Yeah! We made it without throwing up! Taxing back to our space. Oh, it's hot again! Why did we do this? Gotta get everything out of the airplane. Daddy goes to unclick hit seatbelt. Florence's foot gets caught. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Honey, her foot is stuck! Crap! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, thank goodness, got grazed her a bit. Boy, she'll have good memories! It's hot again!

Get all the crap out of airplane. Too hot and sick to even want to look at old WWII fighter plane sitting just 20 feet away. Looks like Pappy Boyington's airplane. Go to office. Pay bill. Get in hot, hot car. Get settled. Ah. I lived.

You know. This really wasn't soooo bad. Maybe we just got to go when it's cooler out. Florence didn't mind it, minus the foot pinch and the head boop. And I love being out there again, with Richard, flying. The sound of the engine. The feel fo the take off. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Hey, honey, (I turn to him and smile) I had fun? Can we go that again! :)