One hour delay on the tarmac as they fixed the airconditioning in the baggage hold - just to make sure all of our potions and lotions didn't melt away I suppose...just try to get your 2 yr old to sit on their seat for an hour, go on, I dare you, its actually really hard!!! Only so many games you can play, songs you can sing and things you can point out to them with that awestruck wonder adults adopt when trying to distract them. Oh, and did I mention that Paul had been moved up to business class, so he was lounging back in his private bed having a snooze while I monitored how many kicks to the back the person in front of India received.
Well eventually we took off (all of us munching gummy dinosaurs, bet they didn't offer those in Business class!) and then the reality set in - 11 hours of kids on a plane....hmmmm.....no phenagan......interesting. Paul finally made an appearance to see how we were doing, my face being like thunder urged him to offer his seat for a couple of hours while he manned the kids. Before I left I took a couple of shots of both of them playing - India being a cover girl for La Leche League and Noah playing with his Bob toys he got on the plane.
I skipped off to Business class, and what a shame, a meal was served while I watched the movie. After that we took it in turns of 2 hours on, and 2 hours off, so you can't really say it was all bad (but 1 1/2 hours sleep for two preschoolers out of the whole 12 hour ordeal does sound pretty bad if your babysitting shift didn't happen at that time).
We got to our apartment midnight local time (4am NZ time) and Noah was amped, he was bouncing off furniture and whizzing around the place chatting about it all. India thank goodness had finally given in to sleep and was conked out in her car seat. We popped her into the porta cot, Noah got put on the bed roll Paul had been using, Paul was lucky to get the portacot mattress and I lounged around like a whale on the couch! Bring on the shopping spree at Ikea I say.
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