So I've decided to breakdown the recap of our big family trip out to Whistler, B.C. into three posts so that I try to get them up in a timely fashion during Huck's naptime.
First off let me say that I was equal parts excited and terrified about this trip. I mean the packing alone had me sweating bullets. Have you ever tried to pack for a ski trip? If not then let me just say that ski pants and gloves and hats and boots take up A LOT of space. And then add in a baby...woah. A LOT of stuff. But we managed.
We decided to take an early morning flight from Boston to Seattle and then a quick trip up to Vancouver with a two hour drive to cap it all off. Although the day started early everyone was ready to go! So off we went to brave a 6 hour flight with and 8 month old and a 5 year old. Oliver is no worry. He loves to fly and travel and is a rockstar on a plane. Give that boy an IPad with a choice of movies and a cup of apple juice and he is good to go. Huck has been on an airplane before but never for this long and previously he was only 3 months old and slept through most of it. Well let me tell you Huck did wonderfully. He snoozed and hammed it up for everyone on the flight. Now don't get me wrong, it is still exhausting traveling with a little guy but overall we reached our destination unscathed.
ready to fly!
see? happy as a clam. we follow the "if it keeps him happy policy" with movies on airplanes...pretty sure he watched at least two full movies. 
baby feats of strength on the plane! Huck on a plane from Alice Lehrer on Vimeo.
Oliver was wonderful with his brother. Showing him vehicles out the window while waiting to get off the plane and generally being his sweet, goofy self when Huck needed a giggle. 
We stretched our legs, had lunch and got ourselves as much onto west coast time as we could. Thank you SeaTac for having a crazy play zone for the kiddos to burn off steam.
Then it was off to Canada in our prop plane. Oliver was smitten. Like I said he loves planes and to travel. I was happy it was a clear day=less bumps in the little planes. 
Do you see him? Galavanting up the stairs. He would have flown the damn thing if they had let him! 
My mini snuggle man. We pretty much spent all of our flying time strapped together. What can I say? He loves to snuggle. 
