SING TO ME, MOMMY!!

Our family took a vacation to Vegas, baby! for fall break. I thought they would all be so excited to go on an airplane but unfortunately, all 3 kids were somewhat panicked about the idea. So much for excited anticipation of the trip! Everyone freaked out at the mere mention of the upcoming vacation.

By the time vacation day had arrived, the idea had grown on Stone. Regan was still saying “no, my not want to go on an a-plane” and Chloe was downright horrified at the idea. I knew boarding the plane was going to be an adventure. Big Brother Kiley recently took his 3 year old on an airplane and advised me to prep the kids about the security check, which seemed to be the most nerve-wracking part of the adventure for Hagen. So thanks to his advice, we breezed right through the security check point, each kid practically ripping off their shoes before we had even made it to the security point.

Chloe started to panic just as we were boarding the plane and continued to be a nervous wreck during the whole boarding process. Stone was sitting near one window saying “when is this plane going to take flight?”; Regan was sitting between Stone and Jeff saying “let’s go, daddy!” and Chloe was sitting near the other window crying “I want to go home!” Finally, it was our turn to hit the runway. When we started going “supy” fast, the panic really set in, and you know it didn’t get any better when we took off! Chloe was scared out of her mind, bless her heart! She is usually calmed down by listening to me sing “I am a Child of God”, “Teach Me to Walk in the Light”, “I Love to See the Temple”, etc. so in her moments of mortification, she was shrieking “MOMMY, SING TO ME!!!” I had to sing loud enough for her to hear me over the engines and her screaming, so they weren’t the most reverent renditions, but eventually she looked me in the eyes and concentrated on my voice until we were cruising comfortable at 30,000 feet. Thank goodness for primary songs!

As we headed toward baggage carousel #7 (Stone’s job to remember that part), Regan was in awe of the Vegas-injected airport and kept asking “where are we, Mommy?” We had to ride a speedy tram to the building where the baggage carousels were, which was another thrill for the kids. When we arrived at our destination and started to exit, Regan exclaimed “why do we always have to get off, daddy?”

We arrived at the resort and the kids were thrilled to discover the gigantizoid swimming pool and waterslides. As we walked to the room, Regan asked “is this going to be our home for awhile?”

Home sweet vacation home, my ninos! Enjoy the memories!