That's right. That's my son and his airplane debut.
Up the back, through the clothes. Didn't even wait until cruising altitude.
The 1:1 child:adult ratio was ok for on the plane, but in the airport it was bad, bad, bad. Two kids, two adults, two huge pieces of carry-on baggage (mostly their stuff, of course!), and two Britax Roundabouts. Holy cow.
I didn't sleep last night. Didn't sleep on the plane. Didn't catch a rest because Miss M and AM alternated naps when we got here. AM is suffering major stranger anxiety and refuses to let me out of his sight unless Taxman is holding him.
Vacation is going to get better, right? ZZZZZZZ.
Happy purple pajamas to all who are celebrating.
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