Anders first flight was... okay. He wasn't the superstar I was hoping he would be, but he wasn't a nightmare. The flight was completely full, so there wasn't any extra space, and the seatbelt signal was on for three out of the four hours so we couldn't stand with him. But all in all, it could have been worse. Our connection from Las Vegas to Boise though was only one hour, half full, and Anders slept the entire time. It was a much appreciated respite.
{Don't tell Pete I mentioned this, but he bonked Anders' head on the ceiling, and everyone in the rows behind us said a collective, "Ohhh...."}
We used to think we wanted four kids, but with the amount of flying we'll be doing over the next decade, I just don't see how that's feasible.
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