I'm getting on an airplane today. I'm getting on it with five children. I've packed thoroughly and think I have it all worked out.
We do curbside check in to avoid dragging bags through the terminal. Then we take off our shoes while we wait in line for security. I send Reagan through first, and all the kids after him. I wear the baby in the airport because it's easy, and I no longer have to take him off to go through the metal detector.
I take the stroller all the way through to the gate. My parents have car seats, so we only bring the infant one, and I check it. I have a dvd player so the kids can watch Dora on the plane. Everyone has an empty cup with a lid for juice on the flight.
Everyone has something to do and something to keep them occupied. Everyone is polite and knows how to behave. If I'm lucky I don't forget anything. But it's always stressful and tiring. The more kids I have the more there is to remember.
I'm grateful for the ability to travel, and to see my family. I miss my parents living so far away from them. At the same time, I wish it wasn't so much work.