Getting to St. Louis

Getting to St. Louis meant flying with 3 kids. We looked at as an adventure. Everyone in the airport cooed and said how "cute" the kids were. That is, until they realized our three boys were on their flight. This is about 5:00 AM at the airport. The shuttle was at our house at 4:30. Nolan was up at 4:15. I won't say what time I got up.

The next pics should be on the plane. How excited Nolan was. But the reality is we each had a baby on our lap. So we'll fast forward to getting there. Whew! Paw Paw's truck:

Grandma has a swing for to make up for making them get up so early.

And a trampoline. Guess who was beside himself?

Brian and his dad before Nathan's bachelor party.