Today I embarked on my first cross-country flight with two children. When I say "I", that is actually what I mean. Chris was already in Denver (imagine that, a 4 hour plane ride ALONE!!:) It actually wasn't as bad as I had anticipated after our last flight to Michigan. I had to wake the boys at 4am to catch our 6am flight. The FDR (main way to the airport) was closed at every spot the driver tried to get on it, but we did finally make it. Ryan didn't want to walk in the airport that early, so I got to carry a car seat, diaper bag, Ryan, his little suitcase and pull our large suitcase. Even after we checked a few things, I was still sweating bullets. I was soo glad to sit down on the plane.
Ryan napped a bit on the first flight. We then made it to Chicago(early! woohoo!!) for a 3 hour layover. We ate, made bathroom stops, rode the moving walkways A LOT, colored, ate some more, more pit stops, and finally boarded the plane. Here is a moment of peace.
After we boarded the plane, I realized the flight was a little over 4 hours instead of 3, but we survived. After we landed, got luggage, got to the rental car in the rain, we made it to our friends house after what had been a 13 hour ordeal. And it wasn't even late afternoon in California!
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