that time my kid ran out of an airplane

Saturday night after the kids got to sleep, on a whim I decided to book flights to Texas and surprise my parents… the next morning… at 7AM.

Logical, right?

I was done booking around 10:30 PM, leaving me seven hours to pack, sleep and wake my kids up to tell them were getting on a plane.  I’m a light packer anyways, so one load of laundry and we were good to go.  I packed one carry-on for me and the boys for ten days, which I realize is either awesome or pathetic… you choose!

Needless to say, the kids were ecstatic when I woke them up, and we breezed through the morning.  I knew we’d be alright though… the kids are pros at this by now.

20130827-124241.jpg I’ve written some tips for traveling with kids (HERE) before, but honestly I can boil it down to 3 things: have low expectations, don’t stress over it and bring snacks… lots and lots of snacks.

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20130827-124233.jpg My youngest is turning two this week, so our trip here was the last time he will be a lap child.  Which is awesome and horrible.  Awesome because I GET MY OWN SEAT! Horrible because more money and it’s further proof that he is no longer a baby. When my oldest turned two I was five months pregnant.  So here I am, with no bun in the oven, and feeling a bit more sentimental about my little guy turning two.

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So here’s where the title of this post came from:  We had just boarded our second plane in Salt Lake and everyone had taken their seats.  It was going to be a few minutes until we take off, so we squeezed in a trip to the potty for my 4 year old.  We walked to the back and he went in while I held on to the little guy (He’s the type of kid you have to watch EVERY SINGLE SECOND).  So when Elijah opened to door and needed a bit of help, I let go of his hand FOR A SPLIT SECOND, and off he sprinted.  From the back of the huge plane to the front.  I pulled Elijah’s pants up as quickly as I could and took off after him.  Remember, everyone on the plane is seated… watching my kid sprint through the plane and laughing hysterically.  Why no one helped a sister out and stuck out their hand to stop him… I don’t know?!

So he made it to the front, past the flight attendants, and took a left and headed off the plane onto the jetway.  A flight attendant headed after him yelling, “SIR! SIR!  YOU CAN’T DO THAT SIR!”  I finally caught up with them as she had picked him up, and this leads me to a question:

How are you supposed to discipline a toddler on an airplane?

It’s a good thing his mama is easy going. 🙂

Anyways, we got back in our seats and the plane finally took off.  We made it Texas, but not before a complete stranger gave my boy his half eaten Snickers bar.  Honestly, I was appalled and might have given the guy a dirty look… oops.

My sister and brother-in-law picked us up from the airport, and we headed straight to my parents.  The kids knocked on the front door and they were shocked!  So fun!

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“shaving”

We’re enjoying our downtime here for the week… just trying to survive the heat.  My active Montana boys turn into tomatoes minutes after running around outside!

-Abby

 

 

 

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