Over a lot of rivers

I don't know how many rivers we went over, but we made it to Grandma & Grandpa's house. We took a late flight on Friday, leaving at 9:44 PM; always an interesting adventure. We did our best to wear the boys out at the airport so they'd sleep, and we got some help from a boy Zach's age named Tate. It really amazes me how quickly little boys can become friends!

If you had been on our flight, this is what you'd have seen in row 12, seats DEF, at about 11 PM:

Watching these boys try to sleep on the plane highlighted how different they are. We started out with Zach in his own seat between us, and while we were waiting to take off, we got him comfortable with some coats for pillows, and he said something like, ok, it's time to sleep? And off to the land of nod he went. And even when we moved him onto Scott's lap and repositioned him multiple times, he did not wake up until we de-planed. This kid is a champion sleeper.

Charlie, on the other hand, took a while to nod off in my arms, even though he was visibly exhausted. Then he slept for about 20 minutes before waking, wriggling around and whining as he tried to get into his normal sleep position on his belly. That worked for a few minutes with him in a strange position on my legs, but eventually he got restless again. So we hauled poor Zach up from his seat and onto Scott's lap so Charlie could sprawl out facedown on Zach's seat. And that's how the rest of the flight went...

But we made it! And that's all that matters. Now I need to get back to celebrating. Merry Christmas!!! More to come...

(my apologies for the quality of the pictures, but they're not bad for cell phone photos taken in almost complete darkness!)