Um, a quick post to say that I flew on Friday with my sweet husband and both of our girls. Not sure if it was traveling with another adult for the first time in forever, the fact that the flight was only 3 hours, or if it’s safe to say that maybe, just maybe, my little Molé has moved past the time where flying is a complete disaster. Not sure, but it was amazing. No meltdowns, no fussing, no crying. I was shocked. I have to do the flight home solo, so I guess I’ll be able to test the theory of whether or not it was having the extra set of hands that saved the day. But, is it really a bad thing to hold out the hope that maybe we’ve entered a new stage??!! Man, I sure hope so. Anyway, next flight is on Thursday, so I’ll let you know how it goes.