Ever wanted to go to Iceland?

We got to the airport about 11:40 today. Anastasia took control and parted the crowds for us to just walk up to the front of the first screening line. She was amazing. She said she was staying to "control the situation". Well she did. We got our seat assignments that we wanted and made it through passport control. Then we waited for security screening to open up at our gate. We finally got through that screening. They took out everything from our carryons. They seemed intrigued with my hair gel and a multitude of Vonda's beauty products. We could tell that this was going to be an extremely thorough screening, which meant it was going to take a long time to load everyone on the plane. We were actually in our seats by 2:30. We were supposed to depart at 2:40. We finally pushed back from the gaite at 5:00. Almost 2.5 hours, but I wasn't worried, because I knew we'd made some up in the air, and we had 5 hours between flights at Dulles. The bassinet seat for Jack worked out pretty well, but he was pretty fussy for the first couple of hours of the flight. It seemed that as soon as he was asleep, they would make a loud announcement or do something else to wake him up. About 3 hours into the flight, they announced that a doctor was needed. Several medical personnel attended to a passenger in the rear of the plane. About 15 minutes later, they announced that we would be making a landing in Iceland for the passenger to deplane. We landed in Rekiavich (spelling Clarissa?), Iceland's capital. The countryside was pretty desolate. We spent about 1.5 hours on the ground there after they removed the passenger. The rumor was that he had a stroke. At this point it looked pretty doubtful that we'd be making it to Nashville Saturday night. We finally got clearance to leave after the pilot, an engineer, and someone from Iceland looked curiously at the right wing. Never did know what they were looking at because the Russians tell you nothing. Jack slept pretty much the six hours from Iceland on to Dulles. Allie was extremely good and slept some of that time. Jack managed to go through all of his outfits with some McGill bowels of his own. We borrowed a cellphone from a man in business class in Iceland to phone home and let folks know it looked pretty doubtful. When we landed in Dulles at 9:15, we knew making a 10:00 flight was impossible and let everyone know for sure. We made it though passport control, the INS interview and Jack is now an American Citizen. We decided to enjoy the moment and not worry about missing our flight. I'm glad we did because we would have missed it either way, but this way we didn't get too stressed out about it. We're now at the hotel in Virginia. Jack is asleep in his crib, Allie is watching "That's So Raven" and we're about ready for bed. United's flights were all sold out so we're coming home on my airline (Southwest). We land at 10:30 and hope we don't disrupt too many church services. Love you all, Steve, Vonda, Allie, and Jack