Aloha...after fifteen hours of Super Zed!

Fifteen hours doesn't seem like very long until you've sat in one damn place for the entirety of it, then it seems like hell with beverage service.

We arrived in Oahu without so much as a hitch, that is if you don't count the fact that our luggage is still on Maui and I nearly passed out on the plane, other than that it's been a peach. The Zedder is now the reigning baby champ of the universe and I double dog dare anyone to dispute the claim. She rode for fifteen hours without so much as tear...sure, there were a few squeals but they were joyous and playful. SHe made friends with every damn person on the plane and wasn't in her seat two minutes before the flight attendants grabbed her. They finagled us seats together and in the back row...they doted on us and administered the flight attendants version of FIrst Aid when I got all woozy and out of it from the combo heat/ no sleep/ no food platter...they were golden, and it's all because of the Zed.



I was scared silly before we left for this adventure...a 6 month old on an airplane for 15 hours...awesome. Turns out I'm a dumbass 'cause Zo can handle it. And just when you think you're ready to collapse from worry and buckled in lethargy...you get this view...



Soak it in bradas...Now I really need to sleep...ya, for real. Between me and Zo we got more bags under our eyes than what we packed.

Mahalo.