On October 6th, we carried them on a plane (with the help of their two brave aunts) and flew them to the other side of the world -- to a place completely new and utterly different. If I was them, I would've been freaking out.
There was minimal crying on the plane. I am telling you little angels. Although after 20 + hours on Ethiopian Air's new Dreamliner (which is not that dreamy!) we finally made it to Dulles Airport where they all decided to have a meltdown in the security line. Screaming bloody murder at the top of their lungs. You can't blame them. Me, Ken, Aimee (my sister) and Wendy (Ken's sister) all started to have a slight meltdown at that point as well. Sleep deprivation can do some crazy things to your body and mind. We were all laughing and crying at the same time!
Fast-forward to today - I am still sleep deprived. I haven't taken a shower since Tuesday and I barely managed to peel off my barf-soaked Red Sox shirt (thanks to Nola Grace) and jeans before crawling into bed last night.
But I wouldn't change one minute or one second of my new normal. It's everything I've been dreaming about and more. After all, who wouldn't be happy to wake up to these little face every morning.
p.s. more to come on our trip, the birth family visit and a must-have packing list for people traveling to pick up their kiddos in Ethiopia.
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| Attie my wild man. (although he looks pretty tame here!) |
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| Emerson my big guy! |
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| Nola Grace my sweet pea. |
