Life in an Airport Terminal

As has become commonplace, no trip involving the Castellanos would be complete without some sort of travel drama. While awaiting our flight back to Kansas City, the plane had to be pulled out of service. As a result, we had a couple of extra hours to kill in the airport last night.

Here's where the common observer would be perplexed. When one has a travel delay like this normally, they find a cosy spot to lay down and catch up on some sleep...

Or maybe partake in some other activities that are, shall we say, a little less than mainstream.

But here we were this rainy night in the Orlando International Airport watching Gwendolyn crawl on the floor of the terminal... And not being completely freaked out by it.

Given the fact that her crawling is such a recent occurrence, Mom and Dad didn't know what to do. On one hand, there are few locations we can think of that have less dirt and grime associated with it than a surface that can see uncountable amounts of shoes with who knows what stuck to their soles.

But, on the other, it was the first time we could think of that she was able to engage in playful activities with her sister. While Braelyn was her typical social butterfly self - making new friends with just about everyone, right behind her was her sister Gwendolyn, squealing in delight at her new found inclusion.

So, for one night (and likely one night only) we were just A-okay with Gwendolyn crawling on the terminal floor.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!