Our travels
As I’ve written here many times before, I always get nervous about traveling (or, more specifically, flying) with the girls. This time around, they were amazing on our outbound flight (I even got to read a magazine – a real luxury for anyone traveling with small children), but the inbound flight: not so much. It wasn’t really the kids’ fault: We had a relatively late flight home, and we wound up being slightly delayed (by those big snowflakes I was just raving about), so by the time we were in the air it was way, way past their bedtime. Poor Avery wound up melting down at one point (and, to add to our problems, turbulence prevented me from standing up and rocking/soothing her), and an overstimulated Zoe, though well-behaved, was super wired and not willing to sleep until well into our flight. Needless to say, it was a pretty exhausting trip.
But yet, our cab ride home, when I sat in between the girls in the backseat, was a different story. As late as it was, the girls were both awake and wide-eyed – and shortly after I started holding Zoe’s hand, Avery reached out to hold my other one. Suddenly, traveling didn’t seem so bad…
-M