Our Plane Ride Home

As I have mentioned in previous posts, the boys and I took a trip to visit my family in New Hampshire the  end of January. Our flight home made my consider never flying by myself and two babies again. I have been flying alone with children since we had children. I can only remember one time that James and I actually flew together with a kid. That being said, I am used to the stress and can normally handle it. We started the adventure with a wild chase, heavy bags, "aww they're so cute" comments and a five-minutes-before-boarding-I-really-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom trip in the airport. I'm used to this part.

Makai's hair-do was intentional

Ezra's hair-do was the effects of his hat.

Ezra just spotted his crazy hat hair.

Then we got on the pretty empty plane and found a whole row we could keep to ourselves! My thinking is, "What a blessing ... Makai has his own seat!" We get all buckled and then I get in trouble. Apparently Makai can't have his own seat without a carseat, so I still have to hold him. I just thought, "Okay, I'll hold him take off and landing and then make good use of the seat in between all that." Apparently that's not okay either. That darn flight attendant came by about 4 times during the flight to talk to me about how I need to hold my baby on my lap at all times. And not just that I had to hold him, but he showed me how to hold him and assured me it was for the baby's safety.

 At one point Makai squirmed off my lap and got on the floor just as that flight attendant was walking by, I quickly scooped him up and glanced up just in time to see a "tisk, tisk, tisk" look on his face. He was my best friend. I was one more talk away from saying, "Here sir, you sit down and hold this baby for two hours."

Caught in the squirming act.

I snuck Makai onto Ezra's lap at one point, but of course that didn't last long.

It was a cute split second to see Makai leaning up against his big, protective brother.

Makai cried most of the flight and I actually joined in towards the end. My kids are normally well behaved on flights, but they are still kids. Makai, especially, needs playtime and refuses to be held for very long without the chance to explore.

I got in trouble on the flight out there too for buckling Makai in the seatbelt with me. It definitely made me consider never flying by myself with children ever again. I get sick every time I fly, so I hate it already, add two bundles of energy and an over-the-top flight attendant and I was ready for the night to just be over. Thank goodness it was a shorter trip this time. We have done many trips from Idaho to New Hampshire or Maryland and those are much longer trips. Though I did always seem to have more understanding flight attendants.

I got off the flight ready to chase the kids to baggage claim and cart around our 3 suitcases and a carseat while we waited around for daddy to get us. I was happy to see him, but the affects of our flight stained my face the whole car ride home. At least the adventures in New Hampshire were worth the craziness.