After 15 hours of travel, the kids and I made it to Washington – it was so cute to see them run thru the airport into Gran’s arms, made it all worth it.  And considering this was the first time I flew w/3 kids by myself, it wasn’t that bad:

Our first flight left a half hour late, so we missed our second flight by 10 minutes, I COULD NOT believe our bad luck!  We waited in the Cincinatti airport for 3 hours but the kids were able to spend some time at the play area so that helped.  The Delta peeps gave us meal vouchers so I bribed the kids with Happy Meals.  Then they put us on First Class for our 4-hour flight to SLC - it would’ve been awesome except that Rocky screamed most of the flight – I’m sure the business travellers hated us.  Leo was living it up though in her seat with her movie screen, glass of cranberry spritzer, and enough room in her seat to invite some friends to join her.  The kids did great on our third and final flight and only started having breakdowns at the very end, which was around midnight our time.  So we survived.

And you wanna now WHY we survived?  Cuz I PRAYED my face off, cuz Denton gave us all blessings before we left, cuz my mom put our names in the temple, cuz people watched my kids and gave us treats to take on the plane before we left, cuz there were awesome people on the plane who helped carry my car seat and make sure the kids were occupied, because it takes a VILLAGE to get me and may family across country, and it worked.  So THANK YOU to everyone – you saved me. :)