In Ireland now. Kate's first plane ride and the first one Jack can remember. Worst part was that we taxied on the runway waiting to take off for about an hour and a half. Not much fun spending that long on a crowded plane with two small kids and not even getting closer to our destination. We read a new Backyardigans book about 8 times, interrupted every now and then by Jack saying, "Are we flying now?" and "Is it time to watch the movie yet?" Best part was that the actual flight wasn't so bad. Sort of a noisy takeoff and a sharp descent that my ears still haven't recovered from, but otherwise very smooth.
Kate napped for about 90 minutes while Jack was watching a movie. Jack napped for about two hours at the end of the flight and we had to wake him up during the landing. Nobody ate much.
As we landed, engines roaring and the plane rocking with the intensity of it, Kate threw her arms up, said WHEEEEEEEEE! and cackled with glee. Emily laughed and looked at me. "This one is gonna be trouble."
After being cranky and half asleep all through customs, Jack rallied nicely in the car. Pointed out cows and stuff. Kate fell asleep, her head lolling drunkenly on her shoulder.
At Robin's, Emily and I slept. Jack and Mikey were inseparable. I came downstairs after I guess a 2-hour nap. Everyone was jumping on the trampoline, Jack beaming, Kate giggling in Niamh's arms.
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