Alarm clock set for 5 a.m., Yes! I can do it. Dropped my husband off at work the night before so we could get there on time. Nine and a half years ago Dicky started working for an airline. I resigned at my job to be at home with our then six month old baby boy. Deciding to stay home was an up and down roller coaster, though in the end, staying home was the end of one ride and the beginning of a new one. The combination of flight benefits and the choice to stay home, William and I started using the flight benefits and traveling often. We saw a lot of baseball, traveled to many states and visited my hometown of Chicago and Dicky’s hometown of California. It was a time of fun with a lot of learning. Fast forward one year from my last travels on an airplane, relying on my early travel expertise, we set out to Chicago to see my side of the family as the oldest two kids’ summer vacation began. Sitting on the airplane, I thought to myself, we did it! I did it! Security and the flight were successful minus a couple of blunders. No major breakdowns and a mostly calm baby, an older sibling helping a younger and a nap for baby, big sister and Dad. Yes, travels–on a plane (in a public space) with kids (little, young kids) can be stressful and feel not worth it, though with a few pairs of hands, a semi-plan of organization, a few musical plane chairs, trips to the hardly fit one person bathroom, a couple snacks (mostly sugar) and not worrying too much about the plane company, we pulled off our travels with four kiddos with mostly high spirits and arrived all in one piece. We are enjoying excursion number one of the summer.