|Terrorists on a Plane|
|Playing in the Rain in December|
BUT.....These memories will have to last us at least 3 more years because I'm not traveling with this family again until everyone can carry their own shit and no one craps their pants.
If the flight back home was a test in patience I think I failed miserably (I didn't actually beat anyone or sell a child so I didn't fail completely)
The flight in to Louisiana went fairly well. Straight through flight no melt downs no kids screaming on a plane. Of course, we own a Jaxon so it wasn't completely without incident and true to form he was completely inappropriate.
Let me set the scene:
I took a whole row and sat with the babies. (I sat in the aisle seat in order to corral them in to our row)
Derek and Kait were in the aisle across from us. In front of us were 3 women: One teenage girl, one lady who looked to be in her mid 50's and on women who had to be in her late 70's.
I buckled Lannie in and then Jaxon. I proceeded to get snacks and toys sorted for the kids and get their backpacks stashed under the seats.
|This is Jaxon|
Dick Jokes Wear You out....
Shortly after Jaxon's spectacle they both crashed out and slept the whole flight in.
In retrospect a few dick jokes isn't that bad of a trade off for 3 hours of peace and quiet.
The flight home was another story all together. Not a funny one.
Our flight was canceled, we had to stay in a hotel, get a new flight out with a 6 hour layover in Houston. No one slept, everyone had melt downs and I threatened to lock my son in a restroom stall and leave him there if he didn't quit whining....awesome. (We did get 1st class seats on one leg of the trip...silver lining right?)
|Big Red is loving 1st Class|
I'll take dick jokes any day......