Now some of you may think - why is Ashton on an airplane without any clothes on looking so confused? On Monday we were waiting for our plane to leave from snowy SLC. Our flight is 1016 we're already to go - I get a tag from the counter to check Ashton's carseat and on the tag she writes 2036 to DFW. I assume (duh me) that our tickets are wrong and surely we are heading on flight 2036 to DFW. They said the plane is about 10 minutes till boarding. I decide to go change Ashton so he has a fresh diaper for the trip then we go into the line b/c they are starting to board at the time it says on our ticket. So David & I get to the front of the line and give her our tickets. She looks at us like we're morons and says wrong flight. Just so happens that the flight in front of us was delayed and was also going to DFW. Okay we can get over it.
So we sit down - I feed Ashton because I assume we're even more delayed and it will be awhile. Hmmm. Finish feeding him and right as they call flight 1016 1st class passengers we hear Ashton poop. Ughh again. So I assume we'll have plenty of time. I get up to go to the bathroom to change Ashton's diaper AND his clothes...
While I'm in there literally 2 1/2 minutes later I hear ALL GROUPS flight 1016 this is your final boarding call. David is standing outside the women's bathroom yelling "SAMMMMY!!" I tell him to run to the gate and tell them we're coming. I throw on Ashton's diaper and sprint to our gate. That's right I am running through the busy airport holding my son who only has on a diaper and one snowman sock (the other one had to be sacrificed and I'm sure is still on that changing table). You would think that would be enough humiliation for one day... but no. We get to the gate - and me being the keeper of the tickets can't find our tickets. The same woman is looking at us totally ticked off... saying mean comments like "Well you had to of had them to get through security!" You don't think we know that woman? As we are standing there they are calling OUR names on the airport intercom. "SAMANTHA & DAVID JACOBSON this is your final boarding call. Please come to gate A1." David & I look everywhere franticly (he tells me to check my pockets) and I do not have the tickets. Ashton who is usually a great baby is crying the whole time too. Oh dear - finally the lady just says "GO RUN!" We finally grabbed a blanket and ran on to be the last ones on the plane. As soon as we sit down I feel the tickets in my pocket. Good grief. But the good news is naked Ashton was a big hit on the airplane. I mean who couldn't love that chubby body getting on the plane last?
