A few weeks ago we flew to Oregon for a week. I was apprehensive about flying with two lap babies, but they did pretty good. They did a lot better than me. I thought it was pretty miserable.

Then last weekend I flew out by myself for my Grandpa’s funeral. I don’t like flying anymore, it used to be fun but those days are long gone.

The girls charmed everyone. Both of them are quick to smile, even at a stranger, and they won over the stewardesses, nearby passengers, airport people, everybody in about half a second.

I discovered last weekend that I don’t generate nearly as much attention flying by myself!