How We Do It

Flying with three children is a job in itself.

I had 2 women come up to me at the airport and say: "You are my hero!"

Well, thank you very much! Now, just don't stand there!

Take a child and help me onto the plane with their 3 backpacks, 3 pillows, 3 blankets, 3 lunchboxes, diaper bag, camera bag, and laptop bag. But not before you collapse the stroller at the end of the walkway and yell at the kids 3 billion times.

"Do not touch the door plane."

"No, you may not visit the pilot's room."

"No, you can not sit up here alone."

"No, do not touch your sister."

"Please stop stepping on her rolling backpack straps."

"No, I can not carry your backpack and blanket."

Then, we proceed to walk down to our seats on the plane.

Where every.last. person looks at the kids in a those kids are so cute but dear God if they sit next to me, scream, and kick my seat, I will lock myself in the bathroom kind of way.

This is what keeps us busy:

Parker plays his Nintendo DS

Jackson does his homework

Lily Eats and eats...

And I feel the need to take a picture of me to show that I'm not intoxicated at 8 in the morning.

Because flying with 3 children is worth a drink or 12.

But, I chose not to.

{You are welcome fellow passengers who may have had to watch my children while I slept.}

And this...is how we do it folks!