Once you give up any notion of having time to relax, rest, read a book or watch a movie, flying with kids isn't that bad. Our flights from SFO to Frankfurt and from Frankfurt to Gothenburg were pretty uneventful (no barfing, hysterical crying, etc.), except that the kids barely slept. Aren't planes supposed to make kids pass out for long periods??
This picture is of the kids on the way to the airport in the HUGE Suburban that took us from my Mom's to SFO. Ava loved our driver, Manny, and was visibly upset that he wasn't at the airport in Gothenburg waiting to take us to our apartment.
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