So it seems that Santa DID get the memo about our spending Christmas in New Mexico. In fact, he even met us at the airport so that we'd feel entirely reassured! :) Check it:
Well, we survived the flight (though only just- ugh) and are currently safe and moderately sound in the Land of Enchantment. We've enjoyed our time here so far, though we miss our "daddy" quite a lot.
Because I'm too lazy to post more of our time here thus far, I'll just leave you with a few more pictures of our probably-as-good-as-it-gets-but-still-fairly-sucky day of travel. ;)
Here are my sweet kiddos in Phoenix.
Jolie finally decided to nap during our layover- all 20 minutes of it!
And please disregard the coat- it was WARM!
Also in Phoenix- with the pilot!! Pretty sweet, huh?
PS. This was the smallest airplane I've ever been on-
and the hottest, ugh. That poor pilot must have just died!
James and Jolie - This is how we felt initially about flying.
James and Jolie again - Jolie's demonstrating how we felt
about flying by the time we were done.
Nah, it really wasn't a bad trip. Just exhausting. I had thought Jolie would sleep most of the time, but instead she stayed wide awake and grabbed at everything (and anyone) in sight. Not naughty, really, just a lot of work. James was a really good boy, super helpful and very obedient. I never worried that he'd run off and/or get kidnapped. And people (employees and civilians alike) were very sweet to us- understanding, helpful, and complimentary (seriously- I know my kids are beautiful, but it sure is fun to hear them admired so much by strangers).
There's something about flying alone with kids that restores your faith in humanity. If you're feeling up to it, I'd say it just might be worth the exhaustion. :)