Vacation: The Plane Trips

Chapter 1 of our vacation story has to do with the plane trips. The kids were (mostly) well behaved, of course! We had 5 total flights. 3 legs going down, and 2 coming back.

Jake was our "problem" child who had a few screaming jags on the flights.  The ear piercing shrieks were okay with me - it could have been worse.  We could have had the toddler sitting in the row in front of us who puked all over her parents right after take off.  The smell from our row wasn't good, but imagine being the parent of that kid.  They had a change of clothes for her, but not for them.  Uck!  Here is Jake, curled up peacefully, after falling asleep about 10 minutes before the plane landed. Nice!

Genevieve was good natured. I appreciated her willingness to ride in the stroller as we tried to race through different airports. Her brother was not always as willing. Here she is on the airport shuttle in the Seattle airport. When the voice came over the speakers and said "please hold on to a rail, the train is about to start"... what did she do? She grabbed on!


Bentley was a good sport about the airplanes. He was excited to be flying. He's going through a great toddler stage right now where he likes to repeat things. "Mommy did the plane take off yet"? "Mommy did the plane take of yet"? "Mommy did the plane take off yet"? x 300. Despite the fact I would answer "Nope! Not yet! I'll tell you as SOON as it is. Shhhh! Shhhh!!!". We would then repeat this when the plane was about to land. "We're landing soon?". "We're landing soon?". "We're landing soon?". Crazy kid!

The kids all did a lot of sleeping on the planes, thankfully.  I don't think we even made it through all our melt down avoidance toys in the carry on!

I don't have pictures from the lines where we waited to get into Mexico.  Our kids were getting ornery enough after that 3rd flight that we got waived through the line pretty quick though.  I think they wanted us to stay on the move!  Coming back we cleared Customs in Seattle.  Bentley had a melt down that the whole airport could hear, I'm sure, as we had a little misunderstanding about where the next plane would be.  He didn't understand why we had to go downstairs and pick up our luggage before heading to the next plane, and he was ready to get on the last plane and come home to Alaska.  Kicking and screaming and fun - oh my!

Vacations are great fun, but I am certainly looking forward to the day those Star Trek transporters are widely available.  :-)