Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Traveling with Kids

Traveling with the kids has become easier in the past year, but it is still an epic adventure. From door-to-door it's nearly a 24 hour journey, with plenty of excitement, exhaustion and stress to go along with it. This is a glimpse of what it was like traveling with a three- and four-year-old from England to America.


Getting everyone packed and out the door on time is a wee bit stressful.






We try to act like completely normal people when we go through security. Cbear always sets off the alarm and has to get searched.







Our excitement sitting on the plane about to leave England.








Built in TVs for the kids to slip into a technology coma for 7.5 hours? Yes, please.







Sitting for a long period makes me want to do this.








How we all feel about 4 hours into it.








Landing on native soil again.








Airports are disgusting...okay girls, don't touch anything...I'm so glad you have excellent listening skills.







Trying to get from point A to B in an airport with tired kids...rolling luggage becomes insta-stroller (ours were awake, though).







Having to change a poopy diaper (Yes, I have a three-year-old still in diapers. I KNOW.) on a New Jersey airport bathroom floor (lined with toilet seat covers). If I could have changed it standing up I would have, y'all.







Seriously, a seven hour layover?







You kids have stickers and coloring books, what more do you want from us?







Thankfully we meet another family with a three-year-old boy and the kids become instant friends. We annoy the waiting area for a couple of hours together.







We no longer care if they are rolling and crawling around on the floor.







Hey kids, let's watch planes take off! Oh my goodness, they're totally going to get Ebola.







The result when utter exhaustion meets pent-up energy.







The kids are so tired they start to lose coordination.







Okay Kate, don't overreact to a kid spilling food all over the floor approximately 5 seconds after you hand it to them.








Aaaannnd they can't keep their eyes open any longer.








Clint and me, after the kids fell asleep with about 30 minutes left of the layover.







We board the plane, each with a sleeping kid attached to us...this
is a four-hour flight...why is the airplane so freaking small?!








Jellybean sleeps on top of me the entire time...this is the longest flight ever in the history of the world.







Finally landing at our destination.







Reuniting with family.







What grandparents think.







How my kids act being spoiled by family.