2 kids times 12 1/2 hours equals crazy!

Here we are, on the other side of the country.  Twelve and a half hours of travel time through five airports and three planes.  Two kids, one of which needs to be on a lap at all times.

Needless to say, we were pretty tired by the time we got here.

All-in-all, though, it went pretty well.  The WestJet crew, as usual, were very friendly and entertaining; holding our baby bottles on ice and heating them for us; entertaining us with a poetry reading of the in-flight safety briefing, and generally looking after us.  They even bent the rules for us a bit to get us a seat for the baby’s seat (gotta love aircraft-approved carseats), even if it was only available for one of the flights.

As nice as they made the flight, I’m still not looking forward to the return flight.  No amount of friendliness on their part can overcome the grumpiness on my part from flying with kids.