Going Home

Well we had a fantastic time is Calgary. We saw lots of family and enjoyed being together. Owen started teething his top teeth before we came and so he wasn't feeling well. It took him a couple days to really feel better about life. When the week was sadly over we got up early to catch the 7:30 flight. Everything was going really well with Owen. It wasn't until we were flying right over the gulf islands that things got really turbulent. Owen hugged me and didn't move for a long time. He then starts to stir and throw up on me....mostly my pants. We had given him some chips earlier and that must have come up a bit because he started reaching to the back of his throat trying to get something and..... you guessed it he made himself throw up again. This time it was mostly on Mike. Now we have the barf bags out and the flight attendant has brought warm towels to clean things up. This poor baby was NOT feeling well. Things are still bumpy and i'm hugging him trying to help him feel better, but it wasn't a hug he needed. He lifted his headup and barfed all over my shoulder and down the front of my shirt. Now he feels a lot better. At this point the smell of puke is getting to me lol. Oh MAN! It was sick! I look at Mike and dry heave a little and the look on his face was priceless. Thankfully there wasn't a chain reaction on the plane. I kept my cool. We are now landed and couldn't be happier to be home. it was quite a ride.