Flying Home

We are back home. The kids are tucked safe in their beds, or laundry basket in Elise's case. I will post pictures soon and tell of our fun weekend with my wonderful family.

I survived my plane flight with the kids fairly well. My favorite moment occurred after I learned that Elise needed a trip to the plane bathroom. Of course I wouldn't be able to fit a third person in that micro space. So, I stood up in the aisle with Zion in my arms. I then turned around with a smile to face a plane full of strangers and inquired if anyone wanted to hold my baby.

I'm sure glad that Zion is a charming cutie-pie, or I might have had to fall back on my back-up plan. I would have changed Elise's stinky diaper right there in her seat in the middle of the airplane. And if anyone thinks I wouldn't have done it, you should have seen me changing Zion's wet diaper in his seat, or putting a pull-up on Elise under the airport restaurant table =)

Our trip home started smoothly thanks to my dad, who got a pass to help us through security. Things got a bit rockier when our ride home in Nashville fell through. Jeffrey is on-call this week. We figured that he could drive us home if anything but an open globe came into the ER. So or course an open globe came into the ER. That meant that Jeffrey was repairing a busted eye, and I was on my own to get myself, two kids, two suitcases, and two car seats home. I'm not sure which is the harder task.

Thanks to a helpful porter and a taxi driver, we made it home. It was then that I realized that I didn't pack my keys or a garage door opener because we were planning on riding home with Jeffrey. I located our hidden key, but then discovered that while the key would have unlocked our front door, it does not unlock the screen door that covers the front door. So, I had to scale our pad-locked backyard gate and hope the key would fit the backdoor. It did. We are safe at home. But I'm thinkin I deserve some sort of super mommy award for my efforts in getting us here.