A couple of months ago, my dad called me up and asked if, as a birthday gift to my mom, we would be able to fly up to Wyoming for her birthday weekend. It sounded like a great idea to us, so we put it on our calendar. Well, the weekend finally arrived and we hopped on a plane to Denver, where we would get on a connecting flight to Wyoming. Just as we were about to land in Denver, the pilot announced that the airport had closed all the runways due to bad weather, and we would have to wait to land. Emmy and I decided to take a quick nap.
We circled and circled and circled before the pilot said we had run out of fuel and would have to divert to Colorado Springs. We then sat on the Colorado Springs tarmac for 5 hours because the airport would not let anyone outside due to lightning. Once we got inside, it was chaos. Fourteen other flights had done the same as we did, so the small airport was not prepared for 1000+ people to show up unexpectedly. There were no rental cars. They didn't have enough shuttles to take everyone to Denver. While waiting and after having called my parents multiple times, I noticed a man at the rental car counter walking away with keys. I ran over there and found out that they were renting out cars that hadn't been cleaned yet from previous customers. He told the one girl ahead of me that they only had one car left: a 7 passenger van for $300+ dollars. The girl declined and I stepped up to the counter and said, "I'll take it!" It was past midnight and that van was like a luxurious paradise to us.
So we drove this baby an hour north to Denver and stayed the night in a hotel. It was a bit of a nightmare, but Emmy was the best baby we could have asked for. She wasn't upset at all. The next morning we got on our flight and they upgraded us to first class, so that was neat. The cookie was delicious.
We finally made it to our destination, 18 hours late, so we had to start making up for lost time! Emmy had a fun time taking a bath in Grandma's sink.
Grandpa Mike helped out as well.
It was Emmy's first time to Wyoming and she seemed to be having a great time her first day.
The next day was Grandma Page's birthday. Emmy met her cousin Ebin and Uncle Chris for the first time, and was happy to see Aunt Lacey and Rhiannon again. Grandma decided to have empanadas and milanesa for her birthday dinner, and I was not complaining! Happy Birthday, Grandma!
The rest of the weekend was spent going on family walks around the block, playing with Winnie (Emmy was very curious about her, but Winnie wasn't very interested in Emmy), taking family pictures, and playing with fun toys. We also established that Grandpa eventually wants to be called Big Daddy Mike (I think he is serious), and Grandma can be called Gigi Page (She isn't sold on it, but I think it is awesome).
Time seemed to fly by and it was already time to go home. Here is Big Daddy with his grandkids.
Saying goodbye to Aunt Lacey, Emmy did a big smile at just the right time.
Saying goodbye to Gigi at the airport. We are grateful we could spend her birthday with her and the family.
Another perk of the weekend was we were able to take a family photo. Emmy thought we were doing serious faces...
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