Thursday, 3 July 2014; One Year and Ninety Four Days Old.
We left Melbourne today and headed for home, but the journey wasn’t as smooth as we’d hoped for!
Instead of being a three hour and fifty minute flight, we were on board the plane for over five hours.
We were delayed waiting for passengers on another flight and then we were the 13th plane in line for takeoff, which had us waiting on the tarmac for almost thirty minutes.
Ayla was tired and ready for a nap the moment we boarded, but with all the delays I couldn’t keep her awake until takeoff; she passed out in my arms before the plane had even moved.
I was worried about whether or not Ayla would sleep through the pressurisation of take off, given that she wasn’t sucking or chewing anything to help her pop her ears, but Ayla slept like an angel.
Until we were about 20 minutes in the air.
Then Ayla woke up, still tired because we’d got her up early and she’d only had one short nap, and Hubby and I were faced with occupying a one year old for nearly the entire four hour flight.
To say it was fun would be a lie, but it wasn’t awful I guess.
Thankfully we had plenty of toys and snacks to keep Ayla happy and amused but she squirmed and squealed and wanted to run about as much as she could.
We eventually arrived home and Ayla seemed pleased and excited to see The Dog and especially Cat Cat.
I caught Ayla trying to pick Cat Cat up, and after that was unsuccessfully Ayla resorted to kissing her on the head. It was super cute and lovely to know Ayla was happy to be home.