It was a memorable flight for several reasons. I should have known when we had to wait half an hour on the runway with 2 screaming children or when my smoothie spilled all over the lady's seat in front of me before she ever boarded or when I discovered that I only brought one knitting needle with me. The crying children who will remain anonymous for their own good measure did eventually stop. Have you ever tried to discipline children in an airplane? Everyone else just wants them quiet, but if you give them the thing they are crying over then you are just indulging their will. No one got much sleep but we did make it without an international incident. I think that the flight attendants were just glad to have us off though. Credit is due to the kids for pulling their own suitcases through Atlanta and Moscow. The boys each had to push a luggage cart through Moscow full of heavy bags. Glad I have boys! The best part was how easily we made it through customs and passport control. For those of you have flown internationally any, you know that can be a real difficulty. But God sent an angel to literally escort us not through, but around customs without so much as looking at any of our 19 bags. That was no small thing but clearly an answered prayer. I am sitting here in a beautiful Russian village hotel right now where the weather is delightful and making the most of our 11 hour layover. C3 and I just enjoyed a walk through the village.