We flew to Milwaukee today, by way of Cinncinnati. The first leg of the flight was grueling: the kids were so full of energy that we chased through airports and snagged them all over the plane (ok, just within arm's reach of our seats). They had more squirming in them than is really fair to discuss. My only moment of peace was when I went to the bathroom in the Cinncinnati airport. As soon as I turned the corner and couldn't hear him, Cale started to scream. Apparently he even went for seventeen seconds of screaming without pausing for breath. As soon as I rounded that final corner on my return, I knew that was my baby screaming so I jogged back to the fray. We're sure everyone, not just Cale, was glad that I came back as quickly as I could and that it wasn't soon enough.
So of course they both fell asleep as soon as we got on the second plane. Boom, they were out, we could breathe, and suddenly the world seemed bearable and even civilized again. No comparison.
Once we got to Milwaukee, we headed to cousin Chris' house for a quick sandwich (build-your-own, perfect to let me avoid allergens without driving everyone around me crazy asking about ingredients) and then saunter over to the park for an open-air concert. Once again, the boys ran around like dervishes, but in an open park it didn't beat us down the way it did on planes and in airports. So the first half of the day was painfully excruciating, and the second half was pleasantly relaxing.
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