Leavin' on a Jet Plane

It's late night here in the South.

The babies finally fell asleep and  after her breathing slowed to a nice rhythm,

I felt safe enough to slowly wiggle myself out from the spoon that Ella was snuggled deeply into.

The time change has messed with us. Big time.

My girls who already have pretty messed up sleep schedules

looked at me like I'd gone mad when I told them it was bed time at 10pm.

It's only really 7pm for us back in L.A.

The flight over here to Charleston was looooong, to say the least.

We bribed them with little chihuahua stuffed animals if they wouldn't scream on the plane.

Complete with backwards shoes.



That's when the smiles stopped.

About an hour into the flight both girls fell asleep.

I thought I was all brilliant, booking a red-eye flight.

I thought we would arrive in SC all bright-eyed and well rested from the great sleep we got on the plane.

That SO didn't happen.

One fell asleep between J and I on the seat and the

other fell asleep comfortably laid across two fold-down  tray tables.

I couldn't fall asleep because I was afraid Ella would fall off and Kate kept having bad dreams so she kept crying/screaming and she would kick at Jaclyne until Jaclyne got up out of her seat and stood in the aisle.

This is 2 hours in. Still no sleep.

I was feeling a little delirious.

See the plane right over Texas? That was us.

2 hours to go... I wanted to cry.

After landing in Atlanta, the girls were dressed and happy.

Kate was glad to be on vacation. She loves hotels, my baby.

A quick 35 minute flight later, on which all 4 of us slept, we found ourselves in Charleston.

You know you're in the south when you arrive at the airport and find

wooden rocking chairs in the airport waiting terminals in place of the

uncomfortable vinyl chairs we have in LAX.

The heat hit us the second we stepped out of the airport doors.

It was almost restrictive. Took your breath away, for sure.

Welcome to South Carolina...

Stay tuned for more of our southern adventures.

Or should I say, "Y'all come back now, ya hear!'

Surprisingly, we haven't heard a single southern accent yet. Weird.