After 4 hours in the car, 3 hours in the airport, and 6 hours in the plane, we arrived at my husband's ancestral home (and my ancestral home too, just not as recently) for Christmas. We were stung by our daughter's good sleeping habits, she is so good at sleeping in her crib that she is lousy at sleeping on our laps in the plane. So she effectively got to bed at 1 am. She has been tired today. We're hoping she can get somewhat caught up before the fun with cousins starts tomorrow. Despite the struggle to get out here, we are grateful to have come.
Christmas is more Christmas-y surrounded by families from near and far, especially when we don't see them very often, so we're glad to be here.
Merry Christmas!
