First, let me tell you...the trip home? Yeah, it sucked. First off...WTF is with the security at the Guatemala airport? Hate it, hate it, hate it. On the visit trip they confiscated our matches because, you know, you weren't allowed to have lighters. Matches, yes. Lighters, no. I guess they were confused. On the p/u trip I figured that they would have gotten the memo that lighters are now allowed and there wouldn't be an issue. Except, again, they confiscated the matches and the lighters. Well, not mine...I was prepared and had the damn things in my pocket, but they got Roni's. The actual flight? Kevin did great on the take-off. He was actually smiling like it was a ride. But, then. Gah! He was past his nap time and was fighting sleep every step of the way which made him miserable. Crying? Uh-huh. For hours. The only time he quieted down was when the meal was served. He LOVES real (meaning not baby) food. He has no teeth, but they are oh-so-close. Drool everywhere. Gave him some Tylenol hoping, nay, praying he'd go to sleep. Yeah. About a half hour before landing in Atlanta. Not to mention the "weather", as the pilot put it, that we had to fly through. Holy crap. Pretty bad turbulence. Visions of crashing dancing through my head while singing the song "isn't it ironic" in my head. So, we land in Atlanta having to wake Kevin up. That sucked because he normally takes long naps and now he's twice as tired. Immigration? Not a problem. It was fairly quick, smooth, and the officers were friendly. Problem? We didn't check to see if our gate was changed before we went to it. We go to the supposed gate about a half hour before the flight. This is where I start having an anxiety attack. The gate was in a whole other concourse. Fuck. It was just one concourse over so we figured we could walk. Uh-huh. Except we walked in the wrong direction. Dumb ass. So now we're two concourses away from our gate and there's, like, 10 minutes until departure. We jumped on the train (thank God for the train)...BTW? If you've never been in the Atlanta airport? Huge. Luckily the plane was boarding late and we got there just as they were boarding rather than, say, taking off. So there is cranky Kevin who wailed like somebody was poking pins in him for about and hour and 20 minutes of the hour and 40 minute flight. Nothing would soothe him. He was so overtired and fought it tooth and nail. Screaming? You could say that. I felt so bad for him and guilty about the passengers that, I'm sure, wanted to open the door and toss our asses out. In the last 20 minutes, he fell asleep. So, now we land and he wakes up. Again. I put him in the carrier and he was good to go. We went to get our luggage and, lo and behold, 2 out of 3 of our bags are MIA. All of the clothes that actually fit Kevin were in one of the missing bags. My computer cords (because I was trying to take my laptop, but, thankfully couldn't) are in the other along with our clothes, of course. I wound up not taking my video camera, either, or that would have been in one of the missing suitcases, also. It was the travel day from hell. By the time we got home, it was after 12:30AM. My mom was here and we had to wake Katie up to meet Kevin because she made us promise that we would. By the time he would fall asleep, it was about 2:30AM. The poor boy. We were all exhausted by this point. I had been up for almost 23 hours by the time I went to bed and Roni was about the same.