Airplanes, Oceans, Waterslides, Oh my!

Avery and I just got back from Atlantic Beach, NC yesterday.  We stayed there for a week with a few family members, those of you who couldn't come, Seth we missed you!

We flew from Albany to Washington DC (Reagan) and then on to Raleigh where the family picked us up.  Our flight departed at 5:30am, and on the way there Dad missed an exit and Avery threw up all over herself as we were pulling into the airport (car sick) so we didn't end up getting into the security line until about 5, which, with bottles of milk and a stroller, is NOT enough time. Of course my stroller sets of an alarm, and while I'm getting violated frisked and Avery's screaming because she does not like what this woman is doing to me, I hear over the intercom, "passenger A. Bonzo this is your final call."  The security lady says, if they see you running, they'll wait.  Great advice genius.  So me, my backpack, lunch bag full of milk, Avery and her stroller go flying through the airport, flip flops going in every direction.  Next time I fly with Avery I'm wearing my running shoes. 

Anyways, we made it, and landed in DC with an hour or so layover. I checked the board and our flight had been delayed about 30 min.  Relaxed a little we found our gate and got something to eat and played at a gate across the hall that didn't have 1,078 people waiting in line. Little did I know, the delay listed on the board was actually a lie and my plane was leaving on time.  And of course, we had to be in the bathroom when this announcement was made.  Again, we had to go running through the airport to find out that our gate had to be accessed by an escalator, and boy is taking a stroller down that fun.  We luckily made that flight too and Avery didn't fall out of her stroller on the thrilling escalator ride. 

Once at the beach, Avery's reaction to the ocean was less than happy, she hates to get her hands dirty, which makes me think she's not my daughter, so her and the sand did not get a long. 

She did however, attach herself to cousin William's shovel and had to have it wherever she went.  Made for some adorable pictures.

Grandpa took her, kicking and screaming, out into the water a few times and the last time, she fell asleep for about 30 min while Grandpa just held onto her and let her float, so sweet!

The resort also had a large water slide which I took Avery down once. I was hootin and hollerin and telling her to hold on tight, the slide was fast!  She wasn't phased, those who were waiting at the bottom said her facial expression never changed, cool as a cuke that one. 

The rest of the week flew by, with the highlight being the pirate cruise we went on and got to shoot Captain Hook with water guns and steal his gold.

On the return trip my stroller did not set an alarm off and it was a much smoother journey.  Our second flight had two other babies, a 15 mo old and a 16 mo old, both of which fell asleep, Avery, of course, did not.  She kept flinging things at the flight attendant, when I asked if I could store her in the cargo space he replied, "She's so cute, she should be considered an accessory to any outfit your wearing."  To which at that moment, I wanted to reply, well you can accessorize all you want, but held back considering I didn't want to have to make an emergency landing to deal with DSS.