Tuesday, April 22, 2014


I remember the days when air travel was simple. And civilized. A single carry on, a book and a cocktail. No one could reach my Blackberry (remember that relic?). And no one needed a thing from me. See where I am going here? Air travel with kids is about the opposite of everything I loved about flying in my pre-child days. Don't get me wrong, I love to travel with my girls. I love taking them places and exposing them to different things. It is just a lot of work now. Most of the time we are flying to NM to visit family, and since Greg has to stay back in Dallas for work, I am flying solo. Literally.

Today I had both girls, by myself, on a flight from ABQ-DAL and the flight itself was a piece of cake. Kennedy was sweet and pretty much colored the whole time. She waved hi to the "plane flyer man" and made friends with the "airplane juice lady" for her inflight snacks. Chloe is still happy in a carrier and is easy to travel with (for now).

The fun began when we deplaned. I had to get two suit cases, two car seats, Kennedy's carry on, the diaper bag, my carry on, the stroller, the kitchen sink and both girls from baggage claim to the car. My plan to ask a porter for help was foiled when there were NONE to be found. An "airplane juice lady" even tried to help me track one down. So I loaded everything on a cart and pushed it myself with a 15lb deadweight strapped to my person. Kennedy helped with the stroller.

We survived. I was sweating like crazy and thinking, thank god its April and not July.

We got lots of looks and lots of "wow, you have your hands full!" And not one single, "can I help you with anything?" 

Here we are on the way out. Just a weekend getaway. Not moving to Europe. 

My Helper. Same amount of stuff, minus one husband and one dog. 

Seasoned Travelers. 

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