So he had slept the last 3+ hours of the flight, and right through the landing. We had to get him up to get off the plane. We did that, made our way through immigration and customs, then had a frustrating experience getting a bus, which had never happened before, with two busses being basically full when they got to us. Finally on our way, August liked the tunnels and seeing all the lights and cars in them. We got to Hagye and started the walk home. August was in the backpack, and very aware of what was going on. He was ready (we were all ready) to be home, and was asking things like “Where is Zinnie and Mama and Dada’s home?” As we walked, he started singing and said things like “trace Hangeul…trace Espanol…trace rectangle”.
First thing he did when we got home was to go over to the piano and play it. We started to get settled in a bit, and Carly took him down to get some food at the pho place. He climbed in the stroller and was ready to go right away. I did some unpacking and made the bed while they were gone. We had gotten home sometime after 7, and by 10 we were all asleep.
Going through clouds:
Still asleep as we got off the plane:
Home! To the piano:
