i hate airports...

...hate is a very strong word, i realize that, and one that i should probably be careful of using around my girls too much. (i just wanted to state that i do recognize that fact for all the "gaspers" and "tiskers" out there...) but after my last 2 experiences at the airport, i can come to no other conclusion then that i hate the airport.

while i did enjoy chasing lyla on the moving sidewalk for 30 laps (yes, i counted...and got in some exercise.), trying to distract a 2 year old who is an hour and a half past her bed time and gravoled up and decidedly unhappy at the 2 + hour delay was not tony or my idea of fun. for the most part, we did keep our spirits up and tony had me laughing the majority of the time. regardless, i'm glad yesterday was over.

and despite everything else, on the hard airport floor, livie found some peace...