For Thanksgiving we flew out to Reno for the first time since Christmas last year. It was the first time Cooper has flown and the first time we have flown since Fisher turned three. Surprisingly, that is one of the positive things to come out of Fisher's year of three: he was a lot better on the plane than we expected him to be.
We tried not to load Fisher with too much sugar since it makes for a somewhat unstable Fisher but this box of candy canes was his best friend.
After the four hour flight we had a layover in Vegas where Fisher made himself right at home.
About six seats worth of at home.
Cooper was a happy baby as always. He slept and smiled and charmed his way through the days of traveling.
Airport time.
Fisher decided to get intimate with the Las Vegas Airport floor. That poor blanket probably caught a few diseases.
I stayed out with the boys for an extra week while Todd went back for school. Part of the deal of me staying was that my mom was going to fly back with me to help with the kids. I have no shame in this. If you have ever seen Fisher on a bad day you would fear flying with him and Cooper as well. On the way there, there was a moment where Todd had Fisher in the back bathroom and I had Cooper in the front. On the way back Fisher decided he had to go potty and even though we were in the very last row (really helped confine Fisher a little) he decided to RUN up the very front of the airplane and start trying to get into the front cabin...yep...where the pilot is. I, of course, am running after him hitting everyone who dares have even half and inch of body in the path with my birthing hips. Thankfully we had a lot of forgiving people on the plane.
The end of the road. Waiting for all of the passengers to get off the plane. We had the most awesome flight attendants on both flights home. It makes such a difference. Cooper slept about half the time on the way home.
We busted out the sugar the last hour as a last resort to keep Fisher occupied and paid for it. He was a little crazy. Since we were the last people off the plane aside from the attendants, etc. and it was Saturday night, the airport was empty. Fisher had been cooped up all day so it was just destiny when he met the moving walkway. Once he got to the end he broke out in a full sprint heading back in the opposite direction. The boy was booking it. Thankfully the really cool flight attendants we had happened to be getting on at that moment and they blocked him on one end while I ran ahead to get him at the other. I wish I could have gotten a picture but just imagine a boy with the look of pure unbridled joy. 
Thank you mom for being crazy enough to fly back with me only to turn around 12 hours later. I love you! I am glad I went out even though my boys were sick the whole time and I may have been just a tiny bit grumpy, worn out and moody :)
The only picture we got without Cooper being bundled in his blanket. Too bad we didn't get a smile but fingers being chewed are appropriate for this time in his life.
