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“Nothing like flying with three babies.” He laughs. “If it weren’t for having extra sets of arms, I’m not sure what we would’ve done. Luckily, Skylar is old enough to help out with Logan’s baby girl, so Kayla and he also took turns holding the babies.” “I’ve heard it gets easier,” Travis adds, glancing over at his daughter and two sons in the inflatable house. “Thank goodness they aren’t babies anymore, though, or that flight would’ve been a f*****g nightmare.” “Daddy! Watch me!” I hear Ginny, Travis’ daughter, calling from the bounce house. She tries to jump and touch her toes at the same time. All the kids are laughing and yelling as they jump around. Benita’s twin boys and Skylar are in there too. “Yeah, baby. You’re doing good.” Travis walks over and watches her. “Go ahead, James. G