Our day began at 5:45am - too early by traditional Grubb
standards, but manageable. I baked scones to last a couple days and decided to
try making ¼ with chocolate chips instead of cranberries so dear Scott would
have something to eat too. The chocolate turned out wonderfully delicious.
My dad came to drive us to LAX at 6:45 and after enduring
Monday morning traffic, we arrived at 8:45. We waited in line and checked our
bags. We waited in line and got Jo’s boarding pass. We waited in line and
screened our luggage. Then we waited in line and boarded our first plane.
For Sy, this was his first time on a plane. For Jo &
Kik, this was their first time on a large commercial plane – quite a different
experience from the Cessnas they’ve flown before! Ky was the expert among them,
having flown to Georgia with Grandma in the summer of 2012. She was telling her
brothers all about what to expect. (:
We had brought along lots to do and even eat, but Delta took
good care of us and we were not lacking for food or entertainment. The kids
enjoyed the meals and ice cream. They
all were able to watch Frozen for the first time, which was a treat.
I overheard the flight attendants talking about “extreme
turbulence” ahead, which was then announced as “rough air ahead” and we had to
remain seated for a little over an hour at the end of the flight. Poor Sy’s
stomach did not like the rollercoaster-like conditions and so after an
enjoyable first-plane-ride-ever, he was a bit sick the last 10 minutes. ):
Thankfully, it was only 10minutes.
It
took our family forever to clear security at Narita. Each child had a workbook
with colored pencils and small scissors and a glue stick. Each pair of scissors
required examining, measuring, and then a second time through the xray machine.
(But it really was worth it for them to have stuff to do in the plane.)
In the airport at Tokyo, we found a deserted corner and
allowed the kids to play a much needed game of soccer to run off energy from
sitting still from 11am-11pm our time! Some pilots came down and were
entertained by the soccer game and after chatting with them, we found out they
would be flying us to Singapore. They invited all the kids up to the cockpit
before the flight. (I remember doing that as a child, but never thought my kids
would be able to in our post-9/11 world.)
After enjoying the cockpit tour, we had a pleasant 2nd
flight. We were scheduled to take off at almost 1am our time, which would have
worked well for our kids to board and sleep, but the flight was slightly
delayed and we didn’t take off until after 2am Pacific, by which time our
children were all very tired and irritable. Fortunately, before anything got
too crazy, we were seated and 3 were asleep before we ever left the tarmac. (:
Everyone did get a good amount of sleep on that flight and were ready to meet
the grandparents cheerfully upon landing. (Poor Sy got sick again just as the
wheels touched down. So we almost made it this time.)
We cleared customs easily in Singapore and were excited to
see the grandparents on the other side of the glass. But before we would hug
them, we had to collect our luggage. After the fun of figuring out which black
suitcases were ours among the sea of black suitcases, (I only had pretty
ribbons on 2 of 3), we moved to the other side of the glass to greet the
grandparents. And by “we” I mean 5 of us. (: Sy was not satisfied with having
made it through 2 airports and over 24 hours of travel without getting lost,
and this was his last chance! Consequently, when we exited and gave hugs, we
realized Sy wasn’t there and we were not allowed back in to retrieve him.
Thankfully, the wall separating us was made of glass and we were able to locate
him among the other passengers fairly quickly and then we had no choice but to
yell his name through the echoing airport at 3am. Finally (meaning not
immediately) he heard his name and proceeded to meander over to the exit where
he was reunited with the family.
The now 8 of us were able to quickly hop into 2 taxis, drive
“home”, and, after a few short greetings,
sleep.
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