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We’ve returned intact from our travels. It shall be made public that Kenzie did not sleep on the flight there...or coming back. Not a wink. But, it could have been worse – she could have been screaming the majority of the flight along with her colleagues. I did learn not to ever get up from my seat...for any reason...when my restroom visit resulted in a short bout of ScReAmInG. By golly, I held it on the trip home..the whole..bladder filled way.

On each leg, Doug and I so wished to shut our own eyes, but Kenzie kept on playing with a solid refusal to become drowsy after a boring movie, cup o’ milk, stupid songs, and bedtime book reading. We managed to secure the first row of seating (with a spare seat even) on both flights, so we had plenty of extra space for her to move about. The flight attendants kept giggling at her lack of drowsiness –citing Murphy’s Law in that she’d fall asleep five minutes before we landed. That wisdom was almost what happened. Kenzie zonked the second we sat her in the stroller to go retrieve our bags. Then the nap was over when we transferred her into the car seat.

When we got home, she crawled up into my lap on the couch, sighed a big smile, gave me a hug and exlaimed: “HoOOOMe!”

Although the first night at Nana’s house was a disaster (she never did take a nap that day) and she finally dropped to sleep when I was giving her some milk before bed. Doug and I headed out with friends only to return and find her in Nana’s arms on the couch. She’d apparently awakened and freaked out in the strange surroundings. We took her to bed with us and didn’t catch much sleep ourselves with her hogging the bed, kicking us in the mouth, and awakening in a startled panic pretty frequently. It took her a day to settle, and then she started taking monster naps to catch on the missed zzzzz’s. Upon our return home, we wondered if we’d suffer the same fate. But, she’s right back on track – sleeping soundly in her “hoOOMe.”