Once again, we are undertaking the probably-foolhardy task of flying to New York to visit both our families. As anyone who reads this blog much knows, I am a big baby about being far from family and old friends. I'd be willing to go through a lot of travel angst to get there. And that's a good thing, because there will indeed be angst.
Last year it all went surprisingly smoothly. The hardest part was getting through security with three two-year-olds. We had to let them X-ray the strollers, so there was a scary moment when all three boys were "loose", and we were scrambling to hold onto them while getting everything through the X ray machines. Biggest lesson learned: take off all their shoes and stow them away, long before you actually hit security.
I am going to try to have everything as stream-lined as possible...no one wearing shoes, no change or keys in the grown-ups' pockets, and anything else I can think of.
Last year I got an adrenaline rush out of schlepping everything through the airports...this is embarrassing, but I imagined it was the reality show the Amazing Race, and it really helped my attitude. The Amazing Race with two-year-olds would be entertaining, but not ethical to produce, I suppose.
This year we'll have two two-year-olds and a three-year-old on the way North, and three three=year-olds on the way home. I can feel the adrenaline kicking in already.