First Flight

Ok, so as much as I wanted to come home to Canada for a visit to show off my baby and see my fam, the thought of getting here was so scary. Mark and I went back and forth a million times, do we fly? ew. Do we drive? Double ew. So many things to consider. If we drive, packing and luggage, including what and how much is so much easier! Plus cheaper? maybe. And then we already have a car. But 16 hours?? With a 10 month old???? Pshhhhhh. No thank you. Flying, at least if she screamed the whole time, would only be a 2 hour flight. But there is still the logistics of airports and getting to and from them and car rentals.... our trip yesterday was a 12 hour trip total, even with an only 2 hour flight!!!! The car rental was a headache (literally at the end we had to go to Shoppers to buy some Advil cuz I forgot to pack it). Installing the rented car seat was even worse. Driving to San Fran (2 hours in traffic) then driving from Van-Mission (hour or so) sigh. Our little girl, I am so proud. She held on with only one meltdown and on the way home, way past her bedtime, only just moaning in her car seat, begging for sleep. 

But, we are HERE! And so happy to be. And after all the rush and security checkpoints and hour wait in customs, we had a wonderful sushi dinner with my brother and some Starbucks to top it off! We are blessed.

Bring on the adventures!