Leaving on a Jet Plane

As many of my friends know, I was truly DREADING the flights. The Girl does not have a reputation for being particularly cooperative while traveling. On our last trip to LA, she was THAT child on the plane. Yup - she screamed for the entire last hour of the flight - all the way into the terminal even - and she was four years old. Sweet.

That said, we loaded up our 8 suitcases (we ended up purchasing 3 large duffle bags at Wal~Mart late Saturday evening), 4 carry-ons and various personal items into my friends van on Saturday night. She deserves a PLATINUM star for getting up at 4am to drive me and the bags to the airport. I love her and miss her already :( We also had a surprise visitor at the airport on a motorbike to see us off. I really think we might be missed a little while we're gone. ;)

The monsters were practically ANGELIC on the flights to TO and LA! I know - I can't believe it either, and I was THERE! Not a single temper tantrum on the plane, they carried their own carry-ons, and stayed close and in line during the very short time we had to get through customs. THANK GAWD. They did totally spontaneously combust once they decompressed in LA, but I can't blame them. It was a long day. I can only hope that they are as well behaved on the longest flight Tuesday night... Cross your fingers, toes, ankles etc....

Transporting all the luggage through the airport really wasn't THAT bad. I think even Hubby has to admit that. We just loaded them onto two carts and had the kids walk beside us with theirs. Another big relief.

So the moral of the story - the flight was great, the kids were good, and I'm sure we're crazy for doing this, but it's been fun so far!