Four months of stress and planning are behind us.  We are at the airport and ready to go.   Our absurdly large baggage train almost caused problems.  We had 4 of 11 bags come within 3 pounds of being over the weight limit. 

Max and Abby are very tired, their little bodies burning adrenaline into the night trying to keep themselves awake.    As long as they sleep on the plane I don't care what they do in the terminal.  

The only other noteworthy item was going through security.  We realized in the airport parking garage that we could take an extra carry-on for Max.   We grabbed a small bag that had two blankets in it.  Nobody realized, and I forgot that I had put two cans of Monster in that bag.   We found out when Sarah ran the bag through security.   The TSA people got a good laugh out of Sarah's explanation that I have a really bad addiction to Monster and that I was worried about not having any in India. She was correct.


Max gets the last word (I handed the Backberry to him for a minute):

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Shawn