Well little man, you are officially a world traveler. Technically, you were a world traveler before you were ever born. I was six months pregnant with you when we traveled to England for a vacation, but this time is more official as you actually got a stamp in your passport to prove your travel.
Thailand and you got along just fine. You loved the foods and weather and all the things we did. Little phased you, even being hugged by an elephant. And of course having Nana and Papa at your beck and call was a delight.
And you also did very well on the airplanes themselves--as well as can be expected of any child in 33+ hours of travel.
However, jet lag and you are not good friends. Which is making jet lag and mommy and daddy not good friends either. Last night you were up for several hours between 11pm and almost 2am. Happy as a clam. Playing hard. Requesting second dinner. This is not a good plan, young man. Must stop.
The key to defeating jet lag, little mister, is to fight the confusion and sleep when you're supposed to sleep. Which I suppose is something you've never been particularly good at in the last few years....so perhaps it shouldn't surprise me that beating this is not going well.
Oh well, the price we pray for broadened horizons I suppose.
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