Thursday, April 26, 2007

Over the river and ...over the woods

Wanted to get this one in before i forgot it. We hopped a plane this morning and crazily enough, it landed in Denver of all places! The girls had a great time! Madison couldn't wait to board and once she did, she immediately got MY seat. I ALWAYS sit by the window. I love flying and i'll have a kink in my neck for days after flying from looking out the window the entire flight. But, there comes a time...so i let the girls have the seats nearest the window. THEY WERE STOKED!!! As we were taxiing, Madison said, "Daddy, are we flying?" and for the 372nd time this morning i answered, "No baby, not yet." Once the pilot hit the throttle, Madison started giggling, and Leah's hands went over her mouth and her eyes went to high beam, when he pulled back on the stick, they were both howling with laughter. Madison, in perfect form of her father, had her face firmly planted in the window as we banked and made for higher elevations west. Somewhere over western Oklahoma, we finally made it above the clouds, laying below us like an immense field of huge cotton balls, the azure sky that you can only get at +30,000 ft. Leah looks at me and says, "Daddy, why's that water out dere?" I explained to her that it wasn't water, it was the sky above the clouds and it just looked like water. It reminded me of all the questions sure to come in the future about why things are the way they are. Then, when we got to cruising altitude around 34,000 ft. Madison must've felt the plane level and the cut back on the pull of the engine and she looked at me and looked outside, then looked at me again and said, "Daddy, why'd we stop?" I understood why she thought that because with blue sky and clouds underneath us it didn't appear to be much movement, and it was very smooth this morning. So i clarified that we hadn't actually stopped and to watch the clouds, and she was good with it. Leah seemed overly concerned as to the whereabouts of our bag of luggage. She asked me numerous times, "Daddy, where's our bag?" I kept telling her it was underneath us and she would keep looking under her seat or the seat in front of us. I finally had to explaing that it was under the floor, and that we would get it later. When we landed, after the same type of giggles from the girls on watching the houses, and cars appear and the ground get closer and closer, we taxied to the hangar and stopped. The air conditioning was cut off and it immediately warmed up inside the cabin. I looked at Madison and said, "Madison, its hot in here, why don't you crack your window a little." So she turns around and then turns back and looks at me with this, "What the...i can't find the button?" look. I just smiled at her and the air came back on. They gave their cute smiles to the pilot and crew as they exited and ran up the jetway. Its always an adventure travelling with 3 and 4 year olds and the cool part about it...we get to do it for at least another few years.

4 comments:

Debbie Loring said...

o my gosh i wish i could have been there to watch the girls! It sounds like they had a blast! What a good daddy, giving up the window seat for his girls!!! How did Jameson take it?

Nancy Mashburn said...

So, Jay, where's the book. I love your writing.

Also, do they still give wings to little kids?

the friendly neighborhood piper said...

Yep, they sure do. The pilot tried to give'em some on the way out but they were too shy to take them. They did get a "Little Inspector" from the Denver TSA on the boomerang yesterday. A nice gesture from those who see entirely too much. Wanna know my solution for sky safety? Give us all guns, and any idiot who decides to go outlaw gets 30 other cowboys to deal with.

Bag Blog said...

I can just see Leah's eyes going to "high beam".