Not quite a year old and already a veteran of cross-atlantic travel. Gus did awesome both ways, regaling fellow passengers with Indian war cries, warrior dances, starring contests and other toddler mischief. Look how empty our flight was on the way back - I prayed for this and got more than I had expected in my wildest fantasies.
We miss Groma and Grosspape and Uncle Dominic, but we're also glad to be home again and be with Daddy again. We are trying every day to settle in a bit more. Jet-lag works itself out of toddlers slowly, but we've been home for a week now and Gus has slept through the last couple of nights again.