So I love to travel with my children. I have no problem taking them just myself across country. Oour most recent flight was two night ago from GA to AZ. I thought this could be tricky or be completely fine, but what happened I didn't plan for.
We took off at 9:45 PM, before doing so Owen was almost falling asleep in the stroller, and I was doing a little dance thinking he would sleep the whole way. I get on the plane and the flight attendants inform all of the passengers to make sure they are in the correct seat because it is a full flight. (When I book flights I book the aisle and the window, leaving the middle one open) I am thinking great someone is going to be inbetween us and I will have no open seat. Luckily no one showed up the that middle seat, YAY!!!
So we get situated, Kyla is at the window, I am in the middle, and Owen is on my lap. We take off, and I turn Dora on for Kyla, and start to try to get Owen asleep. He was not going to sleep (he didn't sleep the entire flight, we got into AZ at 2:00 am GA time).
I wrestled Owen for most of the flight, he was quiet but just moving every which way. All he wanted to do is eat and drink, eat and drink, eat and drink. About and hour before we landed I took him to change his diaper, to see if he was restless because of that. While I am in the bathroom changing his diaper the flight attendant started knocking on the door. I open it with a bare bottom boy on the changer, to hear that my daughter is getting sick on the seat. I look back at Owen, pick out into the plane, and tell him I will be right there after the diaper is back on. I come back to find Kyla has gotten sick on the middle seat of our row. She looks up at me and says, "I spit up."
I grab wipes and I start looking around at toys, her clothes, our bags, blankets and amazingly nothing, it (throw up) only hit the leather seat. We wiped it up and cleaned it up, and after Kyla looks at me, and says, "I am all better, no more spit up."
We sit and wrestle the rest of the flight we get off to the stroller and find that my cell phone (which I thought I left in the restroom in ATL Airport) in the storage basket.
All of our luggage arrived, we arrived, and as I am pushing Owen in the stroller out to the car he falls asleep. Go Figure!
We survived! Now hopefully when Friday night rolls around and we fly out at 11:59 pm, I will not loose my cell phone, Kyla will not get sick, and Owen will sleep half of the flight.
On another note the weather is great, the pool is better, and family is awesome!