We did it. We actually did it. We put two babies on an airplane to Colorado and back and not only survived, but thrived.
I have missed travelling so so so so much. Before marriage and before babies, Trevor and I travelled what now feels like all of the time. There was the three-week road trip through Oregon, California and Nevada. There was Arizona and Colorado and Greece. There was Tennessee and Puerto Rico and St. Thomas. And then there was Vegas to pick up our beautiful baby boy, and while we did manage a trip to Utah when Nico was six-months-old and Noah was on the inside of things making me puke daily, since then, we have pretty much stayed put.
Until Colorado, that is.
It felt so good to be back on a plane, all in order to see dear friends we haven't seen since our wedding, friends who we love and miss dearly. And, of course, to get the boys used to what Smiths do - TRAVEL. Much to our amazement, they flew like champions, making their mama and papa so so so so proud - and relieved. Very, very relieved.
Now the only question that remains is, "Where to next?"