Well, we made it back safe. I use the term loosely though.
First of all the trip out of Denver was awesome. My daughter was an angel except that she wanted to see and touch everything, which is why, I am glad we went to the airport the recommended 2 hours early. We used every last minute of it getting to the terminal. She had to drink out of every drinking fountain, ride every escalator and walkway and talk to every little kid we passed. The flight it's self was uneventful and nice.
The first night, we went to a great restaurant for an amazing steak dinner (which surprised me because Midwest beef tastes different than West Coast due to corn or wheat fed). Toots behaved the whole time and we thoroughly enjoyed our evening.
The next day, we relaxed around the house until we met my whole family for dinner at a nice Hibachi restaurant. Toots had a blast as the chefs preformed cool tricks with our food and made the FIRE explode on the grill. We then proceeded to my uncles house for a few drinks and conversation. Another great day.
Saturday, we went to some friends house to watch the Ohio State game (ouch) and drink some beer. Toots had a blast playing with all of the toys in their play room. I think I only saw her for a minute the whole time we were there. Next we headed over to my cousins house for dinner and more beverages. She makes a margarita that could kill the whole state of New Mexico. OMG, they were awesome. Toots again had a blast playing with all of the cousins and everyone LOVED her. I was so proud of my little angel.
Sunday, under the recommendation of my pediatrician, (which worked on the way there mind you) I gave Toots some Dimetab. This time however, it had the opposite affect and made her uncontrollably hyper. She literally slid/crawled through the whole Detroit airport. If I tried to pick her up, she would scream and wiggle out of my arms. It was horrible. When we finally got on the plane she through a tantrum like I have never experienced that lasted the whole flight. She kicked the guy's seat in front of us for most of the flight and when I would try to stop her, she would kick me. At other times, she would lay on the floor trying to get past the lady next to me, while screaming and hollering. I had NO control. The flight attendant, told me that I need to MAKE her sit in her seat with her belt on. She said that I need to get control of her since I was the mother. I literally started sobbing uncontrollably and didn't stop until we got off the plane. How do you control and out of control 2 year old when all you have is 2 seats worth of room and you have to stay in your seat with your seat belt on? You can't reason with a 2 year old. I am guessing that the flight attendant/BITCH doesn't have any children. I apologized to everyone that we came in contact with and for the most part, people were understanding. It was one of the worst experiences that I have ever had. My child for the most part is a great kid and I know that for the most part, I am a good mom. We just had a rough day!
When we got home and were laying in bed, I said, "Do you know that you were not a very good baby today?" she replied, "I know, kickin mommy" and proceeded to kiss my whole face. All of my anger was washed away and I realized what just one kiss from her can do to my soul!!!
My family is so awesome. They just are so accepting of everything and everyone. I really missed out on the whole family aspect growing up in another state. I always wonder what my life would have been like. How I would have been different or turned out.
All and all, I had an amazing time and there may or may not be more to the story! I am just sayin!