What was supposed to be an early flight back home turned into an all day affair. We left the house at 4am for a 6am flight and ended up on a flight that left at 4pm. We figured out that we could have made the 18 hour drive in the time it took us to get home by plane. Amazingly we all made it through the day in one piece and a suprisingly good mood. On the last flight both kids fell asleep in my arms - one on each side. It was a very sweet moment.
We had a great week with Grandma and Grandpa and the rest of the family. It's always sad to leave - but nice to get back home.