Jason has flown across the Atlantic Ocean 6 times now (3 round trips). At ages 3 months, 5 months and again at 9 months, Jason has gotten on 10+ hour long flights, some with layover and others as a straight shot. This last trip wasn't one we had been planning on, but the timing worked out just great. Matt had a big project he was working on and needed to spend more time at work, and my brother in law had a very important career milestone at the same time that I wanted to attend.
The weather was not in our favor, my flight was delayed 36 hours because there was snow in Norfolk the day my plane was suppose to take off and head over to Europe. Jason and I had to be checked in by noon on Saturday, but our flight wasn't until 7PM. We arrive early hoping to get checked in early, unfortunately we weren't called to get our tickets and drop off our baggage until 1:30 PM. The joys of flying Space A on a military flight is that you don't know if you have a seat on the plane until hours before the flight. Already antsy and hungry, I ask what time is boarding because I was going to leave base to get lunch. The agent told me that they want to send the plane off early so be back by 330 for a 5 PM departure. That was exciting news! Matt and I go get lunch, snag a box of Girl Scout cookies and head back. We see our plane land but the refueling tank is turned around. Matt knows something is up, and a few guys he knows on the tarmac tell him there is engine troubles. Long story short I send Matt home around 6:30 PM to go enjoy his guys night out, and we finally take off at 8:30 to head to Spain to pick up more people before going home to Norfolk. Being at the airport for 7 hours (plus two hours for lunch) was exhausting. There is nothing entertaining about the Naples Terminal on base.
I was just happy to have my ticket in hand, Jason had his own seat, and we were making our way to Va. We should be there around midnight. We land in Rota, get off the plane for refueling and are expected to take off in 2 hours. One thirty in the morning comes, our two hours is up and no one has heard any announcements about getting back on. I ask an agent about when we will be boarding and the response was, "Oh, no one is boarding for another 2 hours." that's 3:30 in the morning! The crew on board announced that we would only be on the ground for 2 hours and then to hear that we will be grounded for 4 hours was heart wrenching. We've been at the airport all day prior to this stop. The flight to Spain from Italy is only 2 1/2 hours, we just want to go home. A couple reasons why we couldn't take off sooner is because the original delay, followed by the engine delay had us coming in when the Norfolk terminal wasn't open (midnight to 4 am), we also had pilots change out that we were waiting on. Finally we took off at 3:30 am, Jason slept through the trip and we landed in Va. just in time for breakfast.


Vacation days go by so fast, next thing you know it is the end of the week and we are at the Seal Center watching Liam go from an Enlisted Chief to becoming an Officer! My sister, niece and nephews put on his new shoulder boards, my grandfather placed his new Office cover on Liam's head, and my cousin Monica, who is also an officer in the Navy, read his oath to him. The ceremony brought tears to everyone's eyes. We are all proud of Liam and his accomplishments. Matt wishes he could have been there to show support for such a special occasion.



Liam's Commissioning brought family from across the world (literally, Mom was in Hong Kong!) together. My side of the family got together for dinner and Jason got to be the star of the show. Everyone was taking pictures with him and playing pass the baby. He was loving every minute of it! During the time in Virginia Jason was able to meet some cousins he hadn't yet met, and a very special Great Grandpa for the first time. Needless to say, Jason is very much loved. Not to mention, Matt's best friend Aaron and Rachel drove all the way to Va. from Illinois to see Liam get commissioned and spend time with us for the weekend.

As quick as our week came, it also went. The airport gave us our tickets and took our luggage fairly early in the night, I had time to go back to dads house to pick up an item I had left behind and still made it back before boarding. Unfortunately once Jason and I had boarded the plane I went to make a bottle for take off and I could not find his formula!! My gut just got in a very tight knot, and I went into mommy panic mode. I politely informed a stewardess of my situation, and asked if I could pull out a checked bag because I KNEW I had extra packed under the belly of the plane. For whatever reason, they would not pull out my luggage or let me point out which bag is mine. They asked the USO if they happened to have any formula, to which they did not. In a last attempt the flight attendant made an announcement over the plane asking if anyone had extra formula. Jason currently is happy and doesn't need any but it was a 12 hour flight with a layover ahead of us. He was GOING to NEED some. I had bottles of water and snacks, but I could not find his Ziplock of formula. Did I take it out at dads house? Did I leave it on the kitchen table? How could I have missed this? I felt like the biggest failure and worse mom ever. If no one had formula they could part with, I wasn't going to make this flight. They could send my bags to Italy, but I would be making my way to Walmart to feed my hungry kid.
No one responded to the first announcement, or the second announcement. "Great," I thought. "This will that flight where every mom onboard breastfeeds, and Jason can't wet nurse." After the third announcement asking for spare formula, a lovely couple with twin toddlers and a newborn brought up 4 single serve packets- enough to last me. THANK YOU LORD! I ran back to my seat, made Jason a bottle for take off and called Dad to double check I didn't leave the bag of formula behind. He didn't see any. Hmmmm. After take off, Jason was sleeping and I went through his entire diaper bag. Lo and behold, his bag of formula was hiding underneath everything at the bottom. A rush of relief overcame me. I felt like the Angels were looking over me, and that guilt of being a horrible mommy faded away. I returned the extra packets of single serve to the couple who donated them, thanked them immensely and was able to catch a few hours of sleep.
During our time in Virginia, Jason went through a very, very, cranky phase. We weren't sure if it was teething, or if he was just sick. A few days back home and back on a schedule and he was back to normal. But just a few shorts days after returning from Virginia, we had a visitor. Jason was a trooper for the duration of her stay and all of the traveling we did while she was in town.
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| Savage side of the family out to dinner |
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| Jason hanging with mommy while she gets her hair cut and colored. |