Yesterday, my husband and I took our two girls, two checked bags, one carry-on, two diaper bags, a stroller, carseat, and carseat base on a trip to our happy place. However, my husband got right back on the same plane and flew home thirty minutes later. This was planned. Unfortunately. I mean, how was I supposed to get all of that up to the mountains alone? So, Kevin came along for the ride, a ride that actually does not include any funny stories, crazy tantrums, loud screams, or even tiny baby cries. Because, my kids were perfect.
I know, you probably don’t even want to read any further, because, well, boring. But, I truly can’t believe how smooth the flight went, especially because I am not the kind of person to stress and plan ahead. I really went into this flight just hoping everyone would behave, and I got lucky, they did.
Did you know that there are only four oxygen masks in every row of three seats? Well, there were four of us, so the woman who was assigned the third seat in our row had to move. I apologize, woman who had thought she secured an awesome aisle seat in the second row, but this row is ours. So, my husband called dibs on the baby for the flight, and I was in charge of Juliet. Well, Anniston slept almost the entire two hours and Juliet enjoyed some new snacks (I searched the aisles of Publix for snacks she had never seen before, so each one was a new surprise!) and watched some of the best episodes of Peppa Pig and Doc McStuffins that iTunes offers.
When we landed, my husband helped get everyone and everything off of the plane, walked us to baggage claim, then went right back on the plane to fly home. He’ll be back in a few days, and we can’t wait to see him. But, until then, we will be exploring, shopping, hiking, swimming, and enjoying our happy place.