Getting Here
We made it! We landed in Toronto about 20 minutes early, deplaned quickly (easy to be quick when the plane is tiny), the kids hustled through the airport and customs and we made our connecting flight with room to spare. Enough time to waste $25 on nasty airport-salads. (At some point we will learn, they look great in the packaging, but it is all lies.)
The flight from Toronto to Amsterdam was looong. Diane thought having an overnight flight was the best option. Kids would sleep; we would sleep; we’d wake up, and we’d be in Amsterdam at 10am without even noticing the loss of six hours.
Wrong.
The kids were as good as a 5 and 3 year old can be on a long flight – which is pretty good. There is no sleeping for the first couple of hours, because they don’t dim the lights or do any type of transitioning until the cabin is already asleep.
But… the kids did get some sleep. Miah slept the best, except for waking up and vomiting her entire dinner. Someone may have jinxed us by saying, “Hope you don’t sit by someone who vomits the whole trip there.” Well I did. Her name was Miah. And the person who jinxed me knows who she is. Thankfully we managed to get a throw-up bag under her in enough time to catch all of it. Then she cried. Diane gave her a little bit of all the medicine she had packed in her ziplog bag – to be on the safe side. And Miah fell back to sleep on top of Diane. While Samuel slept through the entire dramatic ordeal (also on top of Diane).
Morning came quickly as we were traveling towards it at 600 miles per hour. As soon as the first sunlight appeared through the cabin windows, Sam was awake. He loved the map feature of the in-seat televisions, so he immediately checked our position and time left: 1 hour and 45 minutes.
“WE HAVE AN HOUR UNTIL AMSTERDAM,” he proclaimed way too loudly for a plane full of sleeping passengers.
“Yes, but we should use our time to rest so we will be ready when we land,” his wise mother informed him.
“But I don’t want to,” he softly replied.
“Fine, do what you want.”
He finished a color-by-sticker page (with the help of mom – just in case you thought she was sleeping… nope). Soon the stewardesses were coming down the aisles with breakfast-breads. Sam was eyeing our stewardess very obviously, which seemed odd. Then when she got to us, he handed her the sticker-picture he had just completed. She seemed confused, so Diane clarified, “he made that for you.” (Sam is the cutest!) She smiled ear-to-ear.
All this to say…. we made it! The kids have adjusted just fine – full of energy and happy as can be. Daniel and Diane are struggling.
