What Was I Thinking?

We did make it to Oregon, and we are alive (barely). I have been dreading having to write this post because I will have to relive the memories of our flight out to Oregon. I do want to write this down in the off chance that I ever get the crazy idea of flying again with two kids across country by myself.

We ended up having to wake the kids up at around 4:00 am to get to the airport on time. I would have thought the kids would have slept on the hour drive to the airport but no luck. The day before we left I was talking to Kirsten about being nervous about the whole experience, she told me that her sister travels a lot and was able to have her husband get a special pass to let him go through security and walk them to the gate. Low and behold they actually gave Jeff one of the passes. This was a huge miracle to have Jeff be able to help us get even that much further.

Once on the plane we settled into our seats, and I was hoping that no one would want to sit next to us (I mean come on, one woman with two kids) unfortunately ever seat on the airplane was full. Once we took off Bella fell asleep five minutes after take off. Logan lasted about fifteen minutes longer, and then he was out too. I was so proud and tickled with what an amazing traveling mother I was. I was telling myself that this flying stuff was a piece of cake.

Well the kids only ended up sleeping for about an hour. It was a 4 hour and 45 minute flight. I made the rookie mistake and started pulling out all my tricks and food to keep them entertained. The first flight they actually did really well on. By the end they were a little cranky but not bad for being confined and having a lack of sleep.

Now when we booked our flight it said that we were going to make stops along the way. I was a little confused when we landed in Phoenix and they came over the intercom saying that we needed to stay on the plane. I guess this wouldn't have been bad except for the fact that we also had to stop in Los Angelas, Oakland, and finally Portland.

TEN, TEN, TEN hours stuck on a plane. It was insane!!! Logan never slept any more, and Bella slept for maybe twenty more minutes. The last couple of flights Logan would scream when we had to buckle his seat belt during take off and landing. By the end of the flight I was one of those mother's where my children were screaming and I just looked at them, and said I have nothing I can do to help you.

What I learned from this experience is that if anyone on the west coast would like to see us, our door is always open in Maryland. At least the kids have a month to recover before we stick them back on an airplane.

These are the only pictures I have from our ordeal. I think my subconscious was trying to tell me that I didn't want much evidence to remember the experience.

I'll try and post some more picture and stories soon. I'm a little behind already on documenting our trip. I think it's taken me awhile to recover from our flight(s).