Oh yes the plane... We asked the hotel about a car to the airport thinking that would be easier and giving ourselves plenty of time. Once again, something was lost in translation. We climbed on a bus. We got to the airport a little later than we thought. Live and learn. A cab would have been better. Security took forever. I got through, turned to wait for Ray and Jack started peeing all over me. I mean all over me. I got to a bathroom and changed him. I was soaked. No judgments. We had been doing okay on the potty training front. With only a couple of pull-ups, I misunderstood Ray and put him in his airplane underwear with plans to change him when we got on the plane. Ray, bless his heart, felt really bad for me and insisted on looking for another shirt. The signs as we ran for the gate said, "Prada, Gucci, Versace..." You get the picture. In Memphis every other shop has an Elvis t-shirt for $5. I managed to get on the plane without crying, took off my outer shirt, cleaned up and tried to ignore the smell. I can't tell you how many more times I checked Jack's pants on that flight and it was probably because I was smelling myself. Nice right? Sorry to the people in front of and behind us.
Jack was great. He was only upset when he inadvertently woke up. That didn't happen often since he refused to sleep. We were tired but it made jet lag mostly easier to deal with. We had a steady supply of rice like fish crackers that he would eat since the airline food didn't do it for him.
The twenty four hour trip was worth it. I managed to not totally lose it when I saw the girls even though I wanted to a little bit. I told them I didn't think I could let them go to college. Bria said that was okay but she's still going to school. I didn't tell them because I knew they were reading the blog, but more than once I more than lost my composure in China just from missing them so much. Ray did his best to get pictures but it's hard when all you want to do is grab the girls and squeeze them.
Then, there is one of my new favorite pictures... Jack meeting Grandma for the first time. I think it was love at first sight.
Today, we are going to try our new normal... the normal that had me waking up at 4:30. Might not bode well later on. Jack is making slow, slow steps. Sometimes painfully slow. We sat in the cry room at church yesterday so he wouldn't feel so out of control. He can now be in the same room with Tucker without screaming...most of the time. Time to move on to all of our post placement paperwork. If I keep getting up at 4 in the morning, I should have plenty of time to work that out.