Culture shock and jet leg can combine to make us crazy people but thankfully, we seem through the throes of it. 

There is a point, not so much on the plane but at airports, where we are sprawled across the floor after running to lines, just to wait to be herded through whatever process customs or security or etc, when I have the distinct thought, “HUMANS ARE NOT MADE FOR THIS!”

And then there is the point when I am too tired to stop my child from giggling at the drooling, sleeping man sitting beside her. “Mama, can I take his picture? HA!” 

Or when we’ve made everything out of silly putty that we can imagine.

Playing in the Doha airport. Yay for whoever thought of playgrounds in airports!

After a few weeks, Jon and I are taking significantly less pictures of food everywhere we go in this land of plenty and CREAM CHEESE.

The Littles are no longer giggle/shrieking in every elevator and on escalators. As we have traveled, they have even gotten over the novelty of drive-thru food. Although they did ask how we “play” the coke machine.

Sometimes it is so hard to bring the two worlds together in my mind.

Thankful to be a part of both. Thanks for including us so much in your lives here!