Speaking of the four-year-old, he has been experimenting with his moodiness a little bit lately. His favorite thing to do when he's tired or crabby is tell me not to do something like smile, talk, eat, drink water, drive, etc. Yesterday, Mr. Lindstrom and I could not stop laughing when he told me not to talk, and for the next couple minutes (while I was obeying him), he was calling from the back seat of the car, "Mom, mom, mom, moooooom, MOM!" When I finally said, "Yes?" He said, "I told you not to talk." Mr. and I laughing probably didn't help matters, but really... kids are funniest when they are trying not to be.
One thought about airplane travel with little ones, and I'll likely blog a little more about the vacation that we are currently enjoying later: If you happen to be without kids and near a screaming child on an airplane, think about this: No matter how annoying or disruptive you think it is, I guarantee that the parent with the child is at least 10 times (if not more) annoyed.
Oh, wait -- one more thing: Having infant twins adds an entirely new element to travel. It makes it really difficult for either parent to go to the bathroom. I managed, though, I peed twice with Thing 1 on my back in the Ergo carrier. I may have ruined her for life, but I can't be the only mom who has ever done that! (Speak up, other moms, please!) And I am not being paid a penny to say this, but the Ergo Carrier is the greatest invention in the history of the universe. That is no small statement.