Meanwhile, back here in reality, while they were gone the kids asked constantly where "Grammie and Papa" were and when they were coming back. It was a loooong time, but finally a few days ago...we went to the airport to get them.
The three boys have been on an airplane and loved every minute of it. Lauren has never flown so she constantly asks when we get to ride in a "pain". We talk about flying with the four of them eventually, but going to the airport, reminded us of how crazy it would be.
The last flight we took with the kids was to see Adam's family in Texas for Thanksgiving. I was pregnant with Lauren and the boys were ages one, three and five. You know how some people totally freak when a baby gets on a plane? You can literally hear their brain screaming, "Oh no, no, no...not by me...please no..." Yep. Picture that plus two more kids and one HUGE preggo Mama. People began to shift uncomfortably in their seats and put their bags in empty spots beside them. It felt like that scene from a movie when nobody wants you to sit with them in the cafeteria. Adam walked behind me through the aisle and I heard him quietly laugh and start saying to people as we passed, "We're sorry in advance."
The flight turned out to be fine, we made it through with little drama - but still haven't mustered up the courage to do it again.
This brings us back to the airport the other day. I know the kids were excited and all, but holy cow. To try to keep all four contained in one area while NOT letting them cross some imaginary line for non-travelers that they couldn't see...well, the term "herding cats" comes to mind.
Mom and Dad eventually DID appear and people stared as the kids screamed and waved.
If you happen to be traveling with little ones for the holidays or if you're traveling beside them...hang in there and know that no matter how long the "pain" ride may be, it will be worth it in the end. After all, there's no place like home for the holidays.