On The Plane to Australia

This is the part of my blog where I pay tribute to our wonderful travelers. But first let me tell you about the best 10 hour flight ever... this airline ROCKS! Go AirAsia!

A TV on the head rests, with a remote! Over 15 movies to choose from, and you can even play video games on this! In my hand is a heavy wool blanket, and we even got a nice pillow too. Amazing for coach! Anybody ever heard of this?!

Tanner has always been easy on road trips. Yes, a dream traveler. To be fair, I wasn't the sweet couple sitting one row in front who enjoyed 10 hours of toddler feet in their back. Don't hate us.

Tim and I call his car seat his personal recliner. Or his 'man chair'.

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Okay, now this is the part where I tell you something weird that happened. But you're used to that around these parts. Here goes.

The stewardesses start passing tissues out... to cover your face, as they are going to do a "decontamination spray" before we land in Sydney. You can cover your face with the tissues.

And there they go. Did SARS bring this on?

And he's at it again.

Notice he's got gloves on his hands as he sprays the cabin.

That only happened on the flight to Australia from China. We took total of 4 planes (one to Sydney, then to Gold Coast in Australia, then from GC back to Sydney, then to China). But only got decontaminated once.

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Another reason why I married this man. A rooster tail. And doesn't even care to mat it down-- he's here to vacation. I always told myself I would never marry a 'pretty boy' or a 'metro'. Ya gotta love Tim for his barbaric side.

Anybody remember the song that goes "Me and my boys, we make noise"... from the 80's? From the Beasty Boys? It always comes to mind when I see a picture of me and the boys.

Be on guard, a flying kick can come from anywhere with these hoodlums. Nice block Tim, even with the camera in hand.

Play hard, rest hard.

Everywhere between terminals, Hunter insisted on pulling the carry-on. And Tanner assumed his role as the little prince in his 4-wheeled chariot.

I've learned to not freak out when they are picking, I'm only concerned now with where it goes there after. Boy moms can be gross, I know.

And one last picture of Tann. When he's ready to sleep, he puts the blanket over his head so nobody bothers him. LOL.