So, we arrived in Salt Lake after a terrible flight. All was great getting through security, loading the plane, etc. As we're heading down the runway, Jeremy is saying, "woo hoo" and Amelia followed with a less certain "woo hoo". Jeremy was pointing the beach out, telling Amelia all the things we were flying over. It was a bumpy takeoff which didn't seem to bother the kids but on the inside, I was a little nervous. Always am when I am flying and I kept hearing Ryan say, "if the plane goes down, I lose my whole family". Thanks sweetheart. About 15 minutes into the flight, Jeremy says he doesn't like this plane because it's making his belly hurt!! What!!!! He is the kid who loves to fly and thinks bumpy plane rides are rollercoasters. Anyway, I get everyone settled with snacks and a movie on my iphone but Jeremy keeps looking at me and telling me he doesn't like this plane. AND the crying begins. Jbird wants me to hold him but I am holding Mabel. Amelia wants every snack, magazine, etc. Mabel just wants to sleep. The row next to us is empty so I tell jeremy to lay down there and try to sleep and the plane would be less bumpy. The "barf" bag is now in front of him and he's starting to lose it. THEN, the pilot says the flight attendants need to sit down because of the weather! What?!?! Is this some sort of joke. One big bump and amelia LOSES it. She's never liked the feeling of her stomach "dropping" but this took it to a whole new level! She didn't stop crying the rest of the flight which was 30 more minutes. Mabel is being as good as she can but she just wants to sleep and every time I get here settled and asleep, Jeremy asked for something and she would wake up. I had all 3 crying at a once and I was apologizing to the women in front me. "It's okay honey, I have 7 grandchildren"! THANK god because it got ugly. Jbird finally fell asleep but Amelia didn't want anything to do with her seat because it was a rough flight so she was on my lap and I had to wrestle with her to keep her there because the seat belt sign was on. Now Mabel was hungry so I was feeding Mabel a bottle (after spilling formula powder on myself) with my left hand, wrestling Amelia with the right. Plane lands! Holy &^%$, I am DONE.
Since we've been here, it's bee GREAT! The cousins have gotten along great and we've actually been able to sit for a minute. Remember, we have 8 kids under the age of 6. Yikes. Here are some cute pics! Oh yeah, one accident when Jacqui's dog Marley knocked Amelia into the door and she has a black eye and forehead. Poor thing!