Day 13: Home

Travel days are never fun. They are long and dramatic and exhausting. But they are a necessity if you want to go on cool trips…

We got up at 4:30 and headed to the airport. Josy was quite convinced that our taxi was lost, but the taxi driver got us to the airport successfully. The airport was pretty empty, which was nice.


It was a 2 hour flight to Frankfurt and then 10 hours to Seattle. The boys actually did great. Josy slept for six hours and Gabe watched movies the whole time.


We got to Seattle at 2 in the afternoon. Then we were in the absolute longest customs line I’ve ever been in on my life and we finally got to the hotel (which was right next to the airport!) at 4:30… We checked in immediately headed to dinner.

Josy was doing better than the rest of us, but that’s not saying much. Gabe ate most of his dinner and just laid down and fell asleep. Josy laid down too, but he was just pretending (or wishing?) that he was asleep.


We paid the bill and headed back to the hotel. We put the boys straight to bed, then I took a shower and we were all asleep by 6:30…

Unfortunately jetlag is lame and we were awake at 2. We tried sleeping until 4, then we gave up, turned the light on and read some books. The was a breakfast place down the street that opened at 6 and we were there when the doors opened.

After breakfast we headed back to the hotel to check out and then we headed into Seattle. Our first stop was coffee and you can see that no one is tired at all…



Then we went to the Children’s Museum. That was an army tank that Gabe built. Both boys were inside. They both crawled out just as another kid jumped on top of it, crashing the whole thing.





Then we went to lunch with Auntie Ginger, Uncle Tom and Great Gram!




Then we headed back to the airport to fly home. We’re only had 36 hours in Seattle and the jet lag was strong and the boys were done.


They both fell asleep in Seatac. We had to carry them on the plane and they both slept the entire flight. When we landed I was buckling Josy in the carseat when he asked if we’d gotten home without getting on the airplane. He’d sleep through the entire flight!

But we made it home. It was a great trip, but it’s good to be home. Also, jetlag is lame.

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