I took SO many photos, I'm going to have to split them up. Too much posting in one day is irritating to me. So here's the beginning of our trip.
We left early Thursday morning for the airport. Drove down, traffic was great, got to "Lot B" at LAX for long term parking, unloaded the car and started walking to the bus. Leah falls. Scratches her shin and starts to cry. Clean her up, load my arms back up, head to the bus (again). Get to the bus, start loading the bus with all our luggage and kids. Ashlyn falls. Scratches her knee and starts to cry. Get on the bus, clean her up. So we're not even to the airport and I have already applied three band aids(Ashlyn's booboo required two). This is going to be a "fun" trip I thought to myself.
Ha...okay, it really wasn't all that bad. But it was a pretty funny start to our trip so I wanted to document it.
The airplane ride there was...hm....how to describe 3 1/2 hours stuck in a TINY little spot with three young children....interesting. That is my best word for it. The girls were actually pretty darn good. They played playdough (who would've have thought that would be a good thing to bring on a plane, but it was), colored pictures, watched a movie, etc. It was a grand ole time for them. Poor little Brandon on the other hand. Not so grand of a time. He had been kind of congested, and smart me didn't bring any benedryl or anything for him. His ears must have been hurting pretty bad on the way up and down because he cried his little eyes out the whole way. That was not so fun. The middle part of the trip with him was...okay, I guess. It's just really an awful age to fly with. I really think there should be a "no fly time" for all kids between the ages of 1 and 2 1/2. Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. And we really wanted to be at Sydney's wedding, so we toughed it out. And I don't talk about my poor hubby (who I really do adore) very much on my blog, but I have to say that he went above and beyond the call of "daddyhood" the whole time we were there and was SO great to keep the kids entertained and happy so much of the time so I could visit with my family that I don't get too see too often. I love you honey!!! (okay enough mushiness)
Here are some photos from the flight. More posts to come. If you get bored, feel free to stop reading at anytime. I won't be offended.
Not a great photo of me, but it's the only one I got.
See Paul up at the front, holding Brandon and trying to get him to sleep. Poor little guy was SO tired.
Luckily he did finally fall asleep for about 45 minutes. Unfortunately, Paul didn't get to move for that long (trying to keep him asleep) and his poor back was killing him by the time Brandon finally woke up.