We’re in Orlando, and our flight has been delayed. I think. There’s no one at the gate, and the departure screen only says “delayed.” According to Rockford’s very resourceful mom, the flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:30. We were supposed to take off at 7:25. That’s a whole lot of delay. And 9:30 is past Poppy’s bedtime. Oh boy.

The flight from Charlotte to Orlando was uneventful, which was a nice change after Poppy threw up on the way to the airport. We had to stop at a gas station to clean up Poppy and the now-stinky car seat. If she had to throw up, though, I’m glad she did it before we got on the plane.