I’m currently sitting at our gate, waiting for them to call for our flight to board. Sounds peaceful, right? Well, in the hour or so that we’ve been at the airport: The baby screamed all the way through security (but we got to go in the family line so no naked pictures and a shorter wait. Josh swore that he heard Calvin’s name being paged over the loudspeaker so he went off to go solve that mystery about 10 minutes ago. I don’t know how anyone can distinguish anything anyone says over those paging systems. I hear things like, “Your mom freesia – please come to the carnival house yesterday” or “will passenger Gi Yu Romania, please go to the dog latch.” But Josh is convinced that they called Calvin’s name and he’s usually right about these sort of things so who knows what that’s about. Meanwhile I am sitting with baby girl who managed to dump an entire container of puffs in her lap – I think I rescued most of them but there are crumbs and puff dust everywhere. I thought she would just play with the jar, but I guess she’s smarter than I am. I tried to get on SFO’s free wifi, but it either wasn’t working, or I just didn’t connect properly. I’m betting on the latter. Then a loud, shrill BEEP BEEP BEEP (pause) BEEP BEEP BEEP started and I was sure it was some sort of fire alarm and was just waiting for them to announce we had to evacuate when it stopped.` Josh just came back and said that one of our bags is locked and he has to go all the way back through security to figure out which bag has the problem. It’s probably the guitar. Baby is yelling and teething so I gotta go pull out the Motrin. Happy travels to us!