Our trip home

Micah and I made it safely back to Germany very early Saturday morning! For the most part, the almost-8-hour-flight seemed to go by quickly, despite the fact that I held Micah the whole way. When we got to the airport in Philadelphia, I specifically asked for a front row seat where there was a baby bed available. The lady at the counter assured me that that was the place she had given me. Well, when it was time to get on the plane, I sat in the front row, in the seat with the same letter as on my ticket. After a few minutes, the man who was to sit beside me came. Needless to say, he was not at all pleased that he had to sit beside a lady with a baby. He said some "not very nice words", and started complaining. (This whole time, Micah was sleeping, not fussing at all.) Well, pretty soon, the whole front row filled up with men. I was getting quite nervous, as I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to "casually" breastfeed my baby in such close quarters to 'strange' men!

Several minutes later, a man behind me asked if I was sitting in the right seat. I thought I was, but upon looking at my ticket, I was supposed to be back 2 rows. (Not sure why the lady said I was in the front row when I wasn't, but...). Even though I was going to miss the extra space that a front row offers, as well as the baby bed, I didn't complain. I just was relieved to get out of that row! In my new seat, I sat next to a German man, who proved to be very nice and helpful, and an elderly couple who spoke Russian! I was so excited when I heard them speaking, as I thought I could get some language practice in. I turned to them and asked them, in Russian, where they were from. They looked totally shocked that I could speak in their language! We then chatted quite a bit, and I tried my best translating some of the announcements for them. It was such great practice! Allthough, I must admit, it was quite confusing! I talked to the couple on my left in Russian, the man to my right in German, and to the stewardess in English. I had to constantly think, "o.k., what language do I use now?" (Oh, and some ladies were speaking Spanish across the aisle, so I was trying to listen and 'brush up' a bit on my Spanish too.) Thankfully, after several hours into the flight, Micah fell asleep and slept the rest of the way. Since I was holding him, I was then unable to move at all, but I was just relieved he was sleeping!

David and the girls met us at the airport, and it was just SO wonderful seeing them again! Even though David did a great job being both "mama and papa" to them and they had a wonderful time together, I think they were definitely ready for Micah and I to come home. The evening before I left the States, David told me that he had all my flight information memorized, and that he was even missing hearing Micah cry! Too funny.

So today, it was back to brushing little girls' hair, brushing little teeth, wiping noses, helping little ones "go to the potty", cutting up food in bite-size pieces, and getting wet, slobbery kisses. Boy, it's sure good to be home! :D

Thanks for thinking of us!