(no there were no snakes, I just wanted to call it that)
We had two flights: Portland to Phoenix (2.5 hours) then Phoenix to Orlando (3.5 hours). Seating arrangement for Flight one: Sam and Charlie and I in one row—Sam by window, me and Charlie and middle, and a middle school girl next to me. Awesome, she’s small, she’s female and she’s used to children, plus she thinks Charlie is pretty cute. Behind us Jon is by window with Max, my mom is on aisle, Alice between them. All in all, not bad. Alice’s legs are too short to kick seat, Sam is just excited to look out the window, twins are happy to be held. Yes, there was some crying and many hand-held toys dropped below the seats which the adults had to figure out how to grab while confined to a small space. Lots of snacks, many of which also ended up on the floor. And again people were pretty forgiving with the babies because they are twins and people are so fascinated by twins. Seriously, twins are kind of magical and have power over people (we won’t tell the boys that and let it go to their heads). Not a necessarily a relaxing 2.5 hours but really pretty good. People complimented us afterward. “Wow, your kids did better than I expected.” We’ll take that as a compliment.
Airport in Phoenix, very good to be out, kids very happy to move. We thought we had a two hour layover only to realize that Arizona is mountain-time, so we’d lost an hour. Okay, high gear—only one hour layover. Bathroom, lunch, feed and change babies and Alice, pump again, and then to load onto flight two, the longer flight. I will probably be criticized for admitting to this (please don’t turn me in to child protective services) but I did put some Dramamine into my kids juice cups. Spiked the Koolaid. Please don’t judge me.
