I’ve flown a few times with the kids since Molly, our third, was born but yesterday was the first time all five of us (my husband, seven-year-old, four-year-old and 10-month-old) were on a plane together. It wasn’t a nightmare by any stretch (everyone received a solid B+ as a matter of fact) but as I sat there shh, shh, shhushing into the baby’s ear to…
