Guinness.
Guinness and Alex.
Dublin sun and clouds. Everyone remarked that we must have brought the nice weather "from California."
The long ride home. Alex caught double-fisting, while commenting that I shouldn't get "too drugged" on my legally prescribed medication for flight-phobia.
This child was a fabulous traveler, however, has about a 9 minute attention span. Everyone's advice for travel included use of an iPad and the in-flight TVs. I don't think she watched even an entire 25-minute episode of anything.
We're already over it. Little do we know we have many extra hours of waiting/travel in SFO.
Francie and her new lambie.
Ferral Francie - PJ's and in-flight issued tall green socks. And PLEASE stop putting your nasty ass hands in your mouth. We're trying not to bring home any ebola or norovirus or even a cold.
This is when she was still happy to wait. Just a few minutes later she broke into a 2-hour on and off manic tantrum.
... And 23 hours later we made it home and collapsed into our beds, relishing a nice adventure, but happy to get back to our regular summer routine.
No comments:
Post a Comment