We made it.

Well, we made it to southern Ontario in one piece. When we arrived in Vancouver, we were fast-tracked through both Customs and Immigration. I guess they took one look at the six families with babies and decided they'd rather not have us all crying in the line-ups. So, they took us right through. It was a good thing, because even with C and M's help (collecting our luggage, scoping out where we were going, helping transport everything) we still arrived at the gate only just in time to board the flight to Toronto.

Both E and A were great travellers. They both slept a lot on both of our flights, which was great at the time. It meant that we weren't disturbing all the other passengers on the flight. But, it made it really uncomfortable for us, since we couldn't really move. Every time we moved slightly they woke up and started to cry. Also, that much sleeping meant that when we arrived here (last night at about 1 a.m.) both of them were wide awake. E stayed up until about 4 a.m., and A stayed up until about 5 a.m. (Even in spite of a 3 a.m. walk around the block in the strollers - and in the rain, that's how desperate we were.) Then E got me up at 6 a.m. DoT and A are still asleep (it's about 9:30 a.m. now). So, I'm running on about 1.5 hours of sleep during the last several days. When DoT gets up, I think I may need a nap.

I think adjusting to the time change is going to take the girls awhile. I've been told it takes 1 day per hour time change. Which would mean that we will be adjusting to the time change for 12 days. I'm hoping it doesn't take that long, but we shall see, I guess.

My mom, dad, brother and sister-in-law were at the airport to meet us last night. It was really great to see them. And if they hadn't come, there is no way we were going to get all our luggage home. It was never going to fit into the trunk of our car, and the back seat was taken up by the two car seats. Speaking of car seats -- E and A both hate them. I was hoping that they would be like normal kids and fall asleep when in a moving car. Not so much. E screamed a good 40 minutes of the trip home, and A joined her for some of that. Then this morning, E and I took a quick trip into Stratford to pick up diapers, and she screamed some more. Can't wait to drive 6+ hours back to Ottawa. (Although after surviving the 16+ hours of flying yesterday, the drive to Ottawa doesn't seem at all duanting.)

Well, I guess I better go (wake up DoT so I can go to sleep). :-) I doubt I will be updating this blog during the next week, since I won't have a computer at the cottage. Maybe if we come home to check on the cat sometime in there, I'll try to update. But I'm making no promises. (Abby -- the cat -- is fine, by the way.)

Caio, everyone.