Arizona: The Plane Trips

The very first plane ride we took lulled Amanda and I into a sense of ease and security. Both babies napped for almost the whole flight and when they woke up they happily played.

Then we got on our next flight, a 4 hour one from Atlanta to Phoenix.
Um. Yikes.

We very nearly just stayed in Arizona rather than risk flying with the babies back home, but after a week of relaxation we managed to forget the plane ride and the babies who wouldn't eat or sleep or do anything but fuss and whine for four. whole. hours.

So we flew home. And it was slightly better. (But that first flight was still the best.)

Although T still refused to sleep, except for right before we had to board our 2nd flight. Obviously she needed her bee to cover her face. Good thing Aunt Amanda was around to figure it out for me.

Luckily T just figured out how to gum down cheerios so those were a lifesaver for me. T is always happy when you give her a cheerio.

And now that we have been home a week I think everyone (read: the baby) is finally back on East Coast time and we are all much happier for it.
I'm thinking it'll be a while before we travel again.