ATL

Tomorrow, we are flying to Atlanta to see some family for a big reunion and Easter celebration.  Wyatt and I are going to be rocking seat 14B (middle, ugh) next to 2 hopefully kid friendly strangers.  Sarah and my BIL will be sitting next to their own hopefully equally fun strangers.  Gotta love cheap flights with not many seats left.

I can't wait to see all these people I haven't seen in foooorrrreveer and hoping I remember everyone's name.  Maybe we should wear nametags that include a portion of our family tree. ;)

Wyatt and I are rocking the flight home by ourselves while Sarah and BIL go onto Asheville NC for a trip before their baby arrives and prevents them from easy kid-free traveling.  I am nervous about flying with just the two of us.  All you moms of multiples, go ahead and laugh!   It is tough to do stuff like go to the bathroom.  And it is harder to handle the "cant you keep your kid happy" looks when it is just you. I am slightly scarred by this account of traveling solo with kids but figure my chances of having to strip on a plane are slim to none.  Take comfort!

My backpack is stuffed with a new copper (helicopter), a Sesame Street sticker book with 250+ stickers that you can reuse, some new library books, and a Crayola Color Wonder Cars pack. Worst case....the people next to us will get hit in the head with a copper, stickered with their favorite character, and color wandered on.  Let's do this!  I will see you bright and early 4:00 AMish.

P.S. I ALWAYS try to sneak Wyatt out to the car in the wee hours so that he can sleep on the way for trips like this.  This NEVER works.  Wyatt goes from snores to 100% ready to roll in the 2 minutes it takes to get buckled into the car.