Thursday afternoon we were picked up in this sweet ride pictured below. 3rd M had a bed and everything but he chose not to use it for more then half the ride.

The 747-400 got us to Frankfurt and then 3 hours and a cat nap later for 1st M in the most comfortable airport chair I have ever been in, we boarded a not as sweet ride to Barcelona. We all slept on that ride and 3rd M was out before we were even airborne.

Traveling with a 1.5 year old is a lot more challenging than it was to travel with a 9 month old last year. Luckily 3rd M is still his usual happy self, walking up to strangers and starting conversations. When he does cry it is usually short and abruptly ended with a smile.