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Home from trip @ 11:00PM Winnipeg time last night. (We got up at 5:30 AM Spain time, so this is a 24+ hour jaunt, in which I might have got an hour or so of sleep.)
Baby has only slept 6 (not all consecutive) hours since we got home, and even with the parts of the flight where he did sleep (Including most of the last leg), he should be on a sleep deficit, but he seems to be on a play deficit (He's currently in the jolly jumper, which he missed. Which *I* missed while in Spain, as he didn't jump less, we just had to hold him to do it and wear out our arms). Understandable after a day of airports and airplanes.
Spain was good to awesome with the exception of one disappointing day. More on the cool stuff later.
Airline flights were mostly better than we were afraid of; on the way there, the hardest bit was the last short flight, from Brussels to Malaga, and while the seat was cramped, and the baby and parents worn out, we were seated in a whole area of kids and parents, and Joseph cheered up a lot to have a chance to trade smiles with other babies and toddlers. And Joseph slept decently when we got to Spain. On the way home, the Frankfurt to Toronto (Yes, Frankfurt, on a trip to Canada from Spain) on the way home was the biggest suck by far of all the airline flights either way: it was the "flight with a baby" that many people dread. (Okay, even at that I think Joseph cried less than most horror stores about flights with baby, but I was almost in tears at one point anyhow.)
Plus, my big bag disappeared somewhere before Toronto. Since it was tagged all the way to Winnipeg, and both TO and Wpg. airports know, the hope is it will show up soon. (Nothing either Joseph or I need in the next few days is on it. Some things that would suck to have to replace, though, and too many of the souvenirs.) But while we were waiting in customs to report this, we realised it was five minutes to our final flight time, and while I *thought* I'd seen that the flight was delayed, I wasn't sure by how much. (Enough is the answer.) But that was one more stress. I was *this* close to tears *again* in that line-up.
The last flight, though, they moved us up to executive class, I'm not sure why and I wasn't complaining, and Joseph fed on take-off and slept the rest like the proverbial rather than actual baby. It was a very very nice way to recuperate, even if I couldn't sleep (baby sleeps in lap usually = mom doesn't. At home, if I'm sitting on the bed with him on a pillow, and the most he can fall is the 4 inches onto the bed proper, I don't sweat it. On an airplane, it's different.)
Anyhow. Home safe and zzzzz.
Baby has only slept 6 (not all consecutive) hours since we got home, and even with the parts of the flight where he did sleep (Including most of the last leg), he should be on a sleep deficit, but he seems to be on a play deficit (He's currently in the jolly jumper, which he missed. Which *I* missed while in Spain, as he didn't jump less, we just had to hold him to do it and wear out our arms). Understandable after a day of airports and airplanes.
Spain was good to awesome with the exception of one disappointing day. More on the cool stuff later.
Airline flights were mostly better than we were afraid of; on the way there, the hardest bit was the last short flight, from Brussels to Malaga, and while the seat was cramped, and the baby and parents worn out, we were seated in a whole area of kids and parents, and Joseph cheered up a lot to have a chance to trade smiles with other babies and toddlers. And Joseph slept decently when we got to Spain. On the way home, the Frankfurt to Toronto (Yes, Frankfurt, on a trip to Canada from Spain) on the way home was the biggest suck by far of all the airline flights either way: it was the "flight with a baby" that many people dread. (Okay, even at that I think Joseph cried less than most horror stores about flights with baby, but I was almost in tears at one point anyhow.)
Plus, my big bag disappeared somewhere before Toronto. Since it was tagged all the way to Winnipeg, and both TO and Wpg. airports know, the hope is it will show up soon. (Nothing either Joseph or I need in the next few days is on it. Some things that would suck to have to replace, though, and too many of the souvenirs.) But while we were waiting in customs to report this, we realised it was five minutes to our final flight time, and while I *thought* I'd seen that the flight was delayed, I wasn't sure by how much. (Enough is the answer.) But that was one more stress. I was *this* close to tears *again* in that line-up.
The last flight, though, they moved us up to executive class, I'm not sure why and I wasn't complaining, and Joseph fed on take-off and slept the rest like the proverbial rather than actual baby. It was a very very nice way to recuperate, even if I couldn't sleep (baby sleeps in lap usually = mom doesn't. At home, if I'm sitting on the bed with him on a pillow, and the most he can fall is the 4 inches onto the bed proper, I don't sweat it. On an airplane, it's different.)
Anyhow. Home safe and zzzzz.
