How to spend four hours in the Dallas airport with three small children

On our way to Cabo, we had a three-hour layover in the Dallas airport. It did not go smoothly. The kids were tired, grumpy, and sick, and we didn’t know where anything was. Plus, I could barely walk because my back was still hurting.

On the way home, we had a four-hour layover in the Dallas airport. We got through customs and immigration, put our bags on the belt to re-check them, and then went to the ticket counter, hoping and praying there was an earlier flight. I seriously thought I was going to cry when the ticket agent told us there was a flight two hours earlier, but we could not get on it because we had already checked our bags. They had literally been gone 90 seconds. I was this ( ) close to jumping on the conveyor belt and crawling through the little rubber flap door to retrieve them myself.

I put on my big girl panties and decided to deal with it (since I probably would have been arrested for jumping on the conveyor belt and crawling through the little rubber flap door to retrieve the bags – I think they take that kind of thing pretty seriously these days). At least Christian and I knew the airport a little better this time, and we came up with a plan.

First we rode the tram around the entire airport. Twice.

Then we had lunch at McDonald’s and let the kids play at the Mickey D’s play area at gate D34.

We played in the big metal castle at gate D32. Zoe was Princess Tiana and Noah was Prince Naveen.

We walked around.

We watched airplanes land and take off.

We rode the tram around the airport again. Twice.

Christian took them up and down the escalators,

again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

We had ice cream.

We played at the play area at gate D10.

And by the time we got our bags packed bag up, bought drinks for the plane, and took everyone for potty breaks, we got to our gate as they were giving the final boarding call. Oops. I really would have cried if we had missed that flight.

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5 thoughts on “How to spend four hours in the Dallas airport with three small children

  1. Just looking at the pictures of Christian and the kids on the escalator makes me tired. 🙂 You all must have been exhausted on the flight home!

    • It was rough. I am so jealous of people who get to read magazines in airports and sleep on airplanes now!

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