Bloodied but not beaten

So we survived our trip. Surprisingly, J was relatively good on both flights (actually, she slept most all of the return trip--however, said sleeping was done entirely on me despite the fact that we purchased her her own seat). There was only one small twenty-minute area on the flight to our destination that made me wish for a black hole to suck me out of the plane and magically transport me somewhere, anywhere, else but there. I think even she knew she'd had enough at that point as she turned to A and said, "Daddy, enough airplane."

D slept most of the way on the flight there and back, which is pretty much what we expected.

While we were away, the little lasses charmed our distant family members--many of whom had not seen J since she was D's age and who had not yet met D. She obliged them all with many smiles and laughing. Well played smart baby, well played.

Getting through security wasn't too painful. I went through with 5 filled bottles of formula each time and nary an eyelash was batted. They also had no issues with all of the little people liquid accoutrements we required (phenobarb--hurrah, we are now done with it for good!, infant's tylenol, infant's motrin, teething gel, toddler toothpaste, yada yada yada).

Alas, not all was golden on the trip. J basically took no naps whatsoever during our away time and was reluctant to go to bed at her usual time. There was a lovely "I want my Daddy" tantrum during the quiet wedding ceremony that saw me carry her flailing self off into the field away from the (outdoor) setting all while keeping an eye on D, happily chewing on her toys in the stroller back at our seat. Alas, Daddy was a groomsman so he could not indulge J just then--or for most of the evening for that matter. Good times.

D continued/s to wake up most nights, sometimes 2, 3, or even 4 times (on one rare occasion) a night. CIO was enforced last night. What can I say?

I'm tired, oh so tired. But that is to be expected of life with a toddler and a baby. I figure I'll get some sleep again one day...some day off in the distant future. Or perhaps I'll just get enough sleep when I die.