in a span of 3 days
We left for Springfield on Friday morning. Saturday we watched Hasan graduate, and we ate a good amount. Sunday we came home on the most turbulent flight either of us have been on.
We snapped a lot of good pictures: I looked or acted goofy in most of them, and my stomach jutted out.
The pilot on Sunday had a perfect landing despite the plane still moving around from the wind. Pilots are awesome.
Mishti got even fatter, presumably from lack of running around.