We had to leave Daddy behind on our trip to Califronia. None of us were very excited about that. I hate that he had to miss out on this trip and the boys experiencing California. But that is life sometimes. It was just too hard for him to get away and we knew I couldn’t wait much longer with the baby coming to make this trip. So off to California without Joel we went. The great news was that my mom was with us on this end of the trip. It was so wonderful having her help between juggling the boys and luggage and my huge stomach that bumped into everything. Airplanes were not made for pregnant mamas with two toddler boys. Griffin was my airplane buddy and Levi was Grammy’s airplane buddy. At one point Griffin looked back and decided Levi and Grammy were having more fun…so he climbed over the seats and joined them. And for a few minutes it was quiet and I had two seats to myself…and then Griffin was done and climbed back over. We made it with no problems and our California fun began.
We were on our own on the way home. Luckily I had learned a few things about what I could and could not handle and made sure my hands were a little more free on the way home. We sent the top left picture to Joel to tell him his crazies were finally coming home. We were all pretty excited to see him again. The boys did great on the plane. When we got to Denver we found out our plane had been delayed two hours which meant we had three hours to kill instead of one. It was nap time and we were all tired so that was interesting. There were lots of airport shenanigans happening. Entertainment for all who saw us that day.
They did great anytime we were walking around but the second I tried sitting down…let’s just say it wasn’t good. Our gate was packed as there were several delayed flights and everyone was waiting to depart from the same place. Thankfully there was a moving walkway right in front of the gate. The boys thought it was the best thing ever…and it did the walking for me which I thought was the best thing ever. So we rode the moving walkway about 100 times as we waited for our flight. The boys made lots of friends along the way. I received a lot of sympathetic smiles…I must have looked weary. And everyone kept asking the boys if they were having another brother. We were so glad to finally get on the plane and know that daddy would be waiting for us at the other end.
We were on one of those little tiny planes on the way back to Wichita. The boys were on one side of the aisle and I was on the other…until Griffin crawled into my lap. And then they both fell asleep.
I could barely wake up the boys when we landed. I was wondering how in the world I was going to carry them both off the plane. Haha. And then the sweet stewardess looked at me and asked what she could do to help me get off the plane. Such a blessing. So I got the boys off and to the stroller and she carried my bags. And then we were finally reunited with daddy. Blurry but so sweet.
I was so thankful for a mostly uneventful trip and the funny but sweet memories that I will have of traveling with my two boys.
And now for lots of beach pictures….