I don't think the jet-lag thing is going too bad. We've been home for 30 hours and I went to bed at 10:30 PM last night and woke up this morning at 6:15 -- hence, I can take a moment to blog, a quiet activity (unlike laundry) that won't wake a sleeping Ellie. Yes! In spite of her parents losing track of time and letting her take a 4.5 hour nap yesterday afternoon, she went down at her normal bedtime last night and is still snoozing! It goes to show you just how far behind she is on her sleep.
Yes, the 28-hour travel day was brutal. It was about four hours longer than the trip to bring her home from Albania and one flight-leg longer. It was that last layover (four hours that turned into six) that was killer, but eventually she did fall asleep in her stroller at the gate in O'Hare and sleep pretty much until we had to disembark in Lexington. Somewhere on this trip, Ellie developed a feeling of entitlement that for her to be in her stroller, it had to be moving at all times. God bless the poor people who stood in lines around us, though moving sidewalks and elevators were exceptions. Those were a blast until they ended and then we had to be moving again. [One of the team members mentioned how cool it would be to having moving sidewalks on campus. Ellie would be in heaven and would never want to come home.]
I can't say enough about how much I love our little Bluegrass Airport in Lexington. Sure, we only have two baggage claim carousels, but they're only about 25 feet from curbside where Siobhan and Stephanie were waiting with our van and a truck. I pushed Ellie out to them, found an old balloon in our vehicle (that was still miraculously somewhat inflated from Reunion more than 2 weeks ago) and that kept her not only calm, but actually pleasant until we got 18 of our 21 bags and filled out a claim for the missing three. We should have brought balloons to keep her entertained at the airport! Someone had even recommended that to us, but we forgot to add it to the list on our last Wal Mart run before leaving for Hungary.
It was so cool to see the excitement and recognition on her face when we got her out of her car seat, finally home at 12:45 AM. She didn't fuss while I changed her but kept her eyes constantly moving, soaking up the familiar features of her room. I don't remember exactly, but I think she almost giggled when I put her in her crib. Yes, Ellie! You are HOME.
4 comments:
Your day of travel exhausted me at 8am! I'm glad your home. We all appreciated the blogging from Hungary and look forward to hearing some stories in person.
Hi and welcome home!!! Aunt Ruth
I glad you are home and appreciated the blogging and the pitures of the team I can wait to see you and nathan and ellie when you come for grandpavan birthday and grandpaford love aunt hannah
I loved keeping updated on your trip to Hungary. It is interesting how similar Isaiah and Ellie traveled - I remember well how Isaiah had to be moving at all times - especially in his stoller - doesn't work out too well when standing in line!
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