April 10, 2013

Into the Blue

Heading to the City That Never Sleeps. They'll fit right in.
So yesterday, I was watching the girls dance around in their dresses. RH was laughing and smiling, DD was doing "ballet," which meant sticking one leg out to the side with one hand over her head. It was remarkably graceful. And as I watched them play and dance, I couldn't help but wonder...

Where did all the time go? All that time, wasted, lost.

How did we get here so fast?

HOW THE HELL DID I MANAGE TO PUT OFF PLANNING A PLANE TRIP WITH THREE KIDS UNTIL THREE DAYS BEFORE WE LEAVE??????

That's right, lovely readers. On Friday, the SuperMommy family is taking its first manned flight since before SI and DD were conceived.

The bar mitzvah boy and Aunt Genocide
Allow me to rephrase that. In about thirty six hours, I will be wrangling my incredibly manic brood, a stroller, three car seats, three suitcases, a diaper bag, a portable crib, and various assorted carry-on bags through the fifth busiest airport in the world.

We'll be traveling to New York City for what might actually be the last bar mitzvah in my father's family line. The rest of the clan's boys aren't likely to make aliyah. Which means the next time my father's family all gets together will be for a wedding (not terribly unlikely, Aunt Genocide could get married sometime in the next five years), or for a funeral (I sincerely hope that it's not that). Either way, it's been since M and I got married- almost exactly 59 months. There's no telling how long it might be until we all get together again. Actually, this branch of the family is where DD and SI's namesakes came from- my father's mother and his grandmother- and none of the family has met them. I am utterly beyond thrilled that I will finally be introducing my kids to their extended family.

And, yet, somehow, I have managed to let this astronomical feat of chutzpah and hubris go essentially unplanned until now.

So, what does one do when planning on taking all their very small children into a giant flying machine?

I'll let you know when I've finished planning it. Until then, I think I have some packing to do.

And because you know I can't help myself...


2 comments:

  1. This reminds me of when I took my VERY first flight EVER and I was flying out of O'Hare with my 3 year old daughter. My husband was already in South Korea so I was going to have to manage through O'Hare, then SF International, as well as the airport in South Korea before I got to my husband. I had my three year old; it was my first time EVER flying, and it was an international trip. YIKES! I was petrified! lol We somehow survived. Can't say I have any suggestions for you other than to suggest lots of little toys for them to play with and hopefully they'll do what my daughter did and fall asleep the moment the plane is in the air which was great for the flight to San Francisco but not so good when she was up a good part of the 12 hour flight to South Korea.

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  2. Good luck! We've flown a lot with Isla, and it's never fun or pleasant. I can't imagine with 3. My thoughts will be with you, and I hope you have a great trip! :)

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