Well, we made it. Barely! I have to admit, it was nearly as bad as I thought it would be. The worst part was that it was those teeny tiny planes where there's just two seats on each side, so the big kids were alone together on one side and I was with the baby and a total stranger on the other. So that sucked. But the big kids were great listeners, and Ava was super helpful with Scott. And the baby...well, he acted just like I assumed he would :) Although, gotta give him credit, he fell asleep before the first flight even took off and slept for over ninety minutes.
The layover in Atlanta was fun- we rode the trains between concourses for over an hour. I sat next to another mama on that second flight- a mama with a fourteen month old at that! So she was pretty understanding. And when we got to Biloxi, it was POURING down rain, but hey, it was fifty four degrees, so I honestly didn't even care. What's a few wet suitcases (and a completely saturated stroller) when you know that you NEVER have to put snow pants, gloves, boots, scarves, hats, and coats that are fatter than they are on THREE TINY CHILDREN ever ever again? Phew! Winter, you and I are NEVER going to be friends.
So now my life as a stay at home mom truly begins. I figure this will be a little taste of life when Nick is deployed, only easier because eventually my mom WILL come home every night, and harder because we're in a house NOT designed for three rambunctious kiddos. Case in point? Here's what Scott was up to while I was unloading the dishwasher this morning.
That would be an assortment of sharpies, all over the sheets on their bed. Sigh.
And here's Warren, with his new best friend Anna.
Should be an interesting month.