Eight on a Plane to Panama
In a few short months, I'll be committing a little sort of treason - bringing four children on a 5-hour plane ride. I've given up supposing we may not be "those people" with "those kids". During the flight the kids will whine and poop and talk really loudly because they have headphones on and ask for more pretzels without saying please.
I hope we remember the snacks.
I begged my husband to wait until the children are older to visit the extended family in Panama; he forwarded me the flight itinerary like a boss.
Blogger Pam Hetlinger in Panama. Photo credits for both above: thegirlfrompanama.com
The shiny silver lining is that Panama is a fabulous place rife with adventure and culture. But still, I'm scared to travel with all four kids. Desperate, I asked both the neighborhood sitter and Grandma to come with us. So, that's snacks for eight. Let's hope I don't forget the cooler bag.
Xx, Mom in Makeup
