We made it! We’re actually doing well, we’re just really, really, REALLY tired. I can barely move my muscles I’m so tired. But I wanted to send a quick shout-out to let everyone know that we are officially in our new city. I keep using the word “surreal” so much to describe how this feels it’s starting to sound cliché – but that really is how it is. I can’t think of any other way to describe how all this is except SURREAL. That and TIRED. Did I mention we’re tired?

We’re tired.

A few highlights:

• Chickpea slept almost the whole flight from Austin to Chicago, almost the whole flight from Munich to our city – but about three hours total during our 9 hour middle-of-the-night flight.
• She was so tired by the end of that flight she started acting drunk. At one point she said, “I want some babb…. pabbb.. bababa…. apapa… apppa…. apple…. juice. A few minutes later, she looked at her sippy cup and said, “I love you, apple juice.” The apple juice then said, “No man – I love YOU.”
• Lesson #374 that you’d THINK I already knew – bring your toddler a change of pants in your carry-on. Let’s just say we had to “wash” her jeans on the final flight with hand sanitizer and let them airdry in front of us while Chickpea sat in her diaper. She actually made the horrific diaper on the second flight, but it landed a few minutes late so we rushed to our last flight during the final boarding call. Which means we had to keep her in said disgusting diaper as we left the plane, went through the Munich airport, and boarded our last flight. And then I could finally change it on the airplane before we took off.  I carried her to the restroom near the flight attendants before the plane started moving, they saw (or perhaps smelled) her pants, and said, “Yes yes, of course, an emergency,” and allowed me to quickly change her before the plane moved.  Eeehhhh… I still shudder as I think about it.
• All 16 pieces of luggage arrived.  ALL of them.  Amazing.  Really.  I’ll go into more details when I’m not delirious, but basically, that’s a miracle, and thank you for praying.
• Along those lines, we had zero issues with visas or passports.  There weren’t even crowds to deal with – we just walked up to each line.  And Chickpea was an angel during all of it.

That’s about all I can muster up in my little brain cells.  I’ll share more soon, when I don’t feel like a walking piece of meat.  But in a nutshell – we’re doing fine, it’s weird to be here, and thank you for praying – we totally feel prayed for.

Oh, and one last piece of evidence of your prayers – we went to a grocery store a few hours ago.  There were Huggies there.  AND Pampers.

posted: 07 March 1
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