If you’ve been following along my recent posts, you may know I’m now over 30 weeks into our last pregnancy. I recently traveled alone with my 4-year-old Matt and 1-year-old Miranda on an international flight of 4 hours.
I have to admit, I was mentally preparing for the worst flight experience and I prayed the kids would behave.
Mainly because the space was tight, the hours always feels longer (for kids at least)
and these children are used to running around free all day, not being buckled in seated. Not to mention, when one has something, the other one wants it so you can only imagine the chaos.