Not-So-Little Family Reunion Day 1: The Flights

I apologize for taking so long to submit another entry for my diary, but I was otherwise detained, and my father was not compliant in my wishes to write. He claims he has been busy, but he should know that I am his top priority. He claims that I am, but then he goes off to school and a practicum and taking pictures of people other than me. The man seriously has his priorities all mixed up.
So my parents had this great idea. They said "Hey, let's take our princess daughter away from the comfort of her own home, sit in a really loud place until well past her bedtime, and then expect her to fall asleep just fine in a strange place." I did my best to show them the error of their ways.
First of all, I could tell that something important was going to happen soon, so the night before the flight (which, in case you didn't know, is where everybody sits in really cramped seats in a really loud room and expects me to sleep without being laid on a ground or a comfortable bed) I did not sleep well, and thus made my parents not sleep well. It was a good foundation for a mischievous plan.
The next day, I made sure to fuss a little on the first flight, but there is something about being laid across Daddy's lap and that loud noise that makes me want to sleep. They tried to have me take my pacifier on the flight, but those went out of style about a day before, so I refused.

The look on my face when they told me the plan.

The second flight had my Little Grandparents. They played with me and offered to feed me things that I shouldn't eat. When we landed, it was really late, but I did my best to -
I apologize, but I must break my story to bring you the news of how my father mocks me yet again. I am currently sitting next to him in my swing, refusing to sleep, while he is typing my story. Well, I had a little bit of gas, and was starting to get just a tiny bit irritated with it. When I made a loud noise to try to rid myself of the gas, I let out just the littlest toot. My father laughed at me. I stared him down, trying to display to him through my exquisite nonverbal skills that that was not appropriate. He kept laughing, and I kept staring. Eventually he stopped, and I gave him some positive reinforcement with a smirk and then returned to ignoring his existence. I hope he's learned his lesson.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, that's right - I did my best to stay awake. Then, when they finally set up some rented bed for me, I decided it was time for a midnight snack. It was vacation after all, shouldn't I live a little? They took FOREVER to get the message, and when they finally did give me a snack, I promptly fell asleep. I am nice to them occasionally.