I must be crazy-- I bought a plane ticket for Kiera and I to come to Utah the monday before Bert's wedding. The part about it that makes me crazy is that the plane doesn't even leave until an hour past Kiera's bedtime, and there is an hour layover in Vegas, and we get to Utah at midnight. I'll be traveling 8 months pregnant and have to be carrying a sleeping (or crying) nearly 2 year old who rarely will sleep anywhere except for her bed (and occasionally a car-seat). All of this so that I can arrive 2 days earlier. I must be crazy.
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