Sooo….where did we leave off? If you haven’t already, you’ll want to read the first post about our trip across the country, and the second post about our time in Philly… And now we have arrived at the part where I tell you about us getting home, again, flying across the country with our twinsies.
We arrived at the airport SUPER early, anticipating the same Memorial Day weekend crowds we’d run into at the Albuquerque airport 3 days before. There were no lines. There were no crowds. There were plenty of chairs, and space, and time, yay! We breezed through checkout and then through security. They closed the line behind us for some reason, and we were so glad. It’s super stressful getting through security with all the millions of things we had with some huffy puffy business man breathing down our necks to hurry up. (The huffy puffy business man thing didn’t actually happen, but I can imagine that an incident like that might raise our stress levels just a bit). And again, people with their twin stories started coming out of the woodwork. One of the TSA agents started asking me how old they were, when they were born, how long they were in the NICU…then she told me that she was a twin! They’re everywhere people, everywhere.
Once past security we were able to relax by the gate and feed the kiddos while a sweet little grandmother talked to us about her twin granddaughters she was going to visit in Las Vegas. We boarded the plan and were in the air, no problems! Yay!
God forbid I go any length of time without pumping, and, of course, I had to pump on the plane. I contemplated going into the bathroom and decided that was the worst idea ever. I opted to pump in my seat, and let me tell you, it was the best decision I ever made. I was a bit worried when a very large man sat in the aisle seat next to my mother in law (who was in the middle), but it turned out I don’t think he even noticed I was sitting in the window seat with baby and pump, and he certainly didn’t notice when I undid one side of my bra and attached all the business that goes along with pumping! The airplane noise was so loud that even I, sitting less than a foot away, couldn’t hear the pump! So, ladies,if you’re traveling and have to pump, don’t opt for the airport bathroom, just wait until you’re on the plane, grab a window seat, and go for it!
The view from my seat…completely obstructed by the breastpump. This is my life now.
The flight from Philly to Las Vegas is about four and a half hours and at hour three, I started to get pretty antsy pantsy. The kids did a little bit too, but all in all, they were great! We touched down in Vegas and deplaned into Sin City where the people watching couldn’t have been better (that’s me, finding the sliver lining…I’m not the biggest fan of Vegas). I mean, really…why, why, why would you want to take home the GIANT plastic cup that your hurricane drink came in? Are you really going to use it again? The kids weren’t terribly impressed by the folks wandering around, drinking their hangovers away, corona in hand, but they dealt pretty well. And, I finally got my decaf soy latte, and the airport coffee shop was much less crowded than the airport bar!
My little buddy, totally crashed out on the flight.
The little lady, totally crashed out on our flight.
We boarded the plan in Las Vegas after a 20 minute (or so) delay and one of the flight attendants started talking to us. Guess what? Yup…she had 11 month old boy twins! See what I’m saying…they’re EVERYWHERE!!
I honestly don’t really remember the flight to Albuquerque, that’s how boring it was, and in our lives, boring is good. We got our bags and went out into the lovely spring rain…headed home, put the kiddos to bed and CRASHED OUT! It was really a fantastic weekend and made me feel like we can do just about anything with our twins, well, anything that doesn’t require too much exact timing…it still takes us 45 minutes to get out of the house, on a good day.
I realize this is a VERY poor quality photo, but thought it was funny since it looks like we checked our kids and picked them up with our baggage. Of course, we didn’t.