Both Josh and Zoë slept fitfully on the 12-hour flight back, albeit not as comfortably as during the trip over. We arrived home at midnight and by then Chris and I were so tired from not really having slept on the flight, but the kids were bright and perky and wanted to play. Zoë was up at 3-ish, wanting to go to the washroom, wanting to wash her hands, wanting some milk. I finally surrendered and got up with her at 4:30am and she’s as bright and chirpy as can be. Someone’s going to crash later…
Our flight home was delayed by over three hours, but thankfully, we were notified ahead of time so that we actually had time to go to the spray park with the cousins before we left for the airport.
The water was really cold, but it was another perfectly beautiful summer day and the kids had a blast.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!