Too Much Fun

The crew and I made it home. 

After our worst flight yet.

I know it's just because they are getting older, more wiggly, and less likely to sleep, but it was not very fun.

Our flight went something like this:

Wiggle, wiggle wiggle.

Throw head back.

Kick the seat in front of us.

Stand up and smile at the cute girl baby a couple of rows in front of us.

Pull the lady's hair in front of us.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

Throw binkies on the floor.

Squeal a high pitch awful noise while mom tries to change diapers, that makes her say she's going to sell us to the circus.

Get in trouble over the intercom for waiting in the galley for the one bathroom on the flight.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

Try to get the headphones off the man sitting next to us.

Refuse any and all toys.

Pull off grandma's glasses.

Squeal a few more times for good measure.

Laugh when mom tries to take off her chapstick lid and it flies two seats over and lands in the lady's lap.

Squish food out all over shirt.

Stand up and smile some more at the other baby.

Get in trouble again for standing, and all babies are asked to be held SITTING on their companion's lap. HA. 

Flirt with all the flight attendants.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

Ian did not sleep at all.

Briggs gave in and slept a little bit.

By the time we made it off the plane, this mama was more than a little tired and frustrated and ready to be home. Our two and a half hour flight felt like forever.

They are busy little things!

Ian finally crashed on the way home.