It’s just 2:21 EST and so far Sage is rocking it with the many exciting firsts for the baby book that I have yet to purchase.

-Her first flight cancellation
-Her first teeny weeny plane ride (to DC which, last I checked–not exactly on the way from New York to Chicago but better than Raleigh which was our other option)
-Her first induction into the mile-high nursing club
-Her first three hour delay

So as it turns out, Chicago? Maybe not the best place for a convention in the middle of thunderstorm season. Just ask Kristen who is now driving (DRIVING) from Cincinatti where she was stranded with her own baby.

With any luck we’ll get there by 7. I feel like Vince Vaughan and Jon Favreau in that scene in Swingers where the VEGAS, BABY! rallying cry becomes a half-hearted whoo. vegas. after 6 hours in the car.

whoo. blogher.

Thank God for grandma. And Wi-Fi in Washington National.

I still can’t bring myself to call it Reagan Airport.