The journey

Sarasota - Charlotte - New Wark - Sweden - Malaysia (A grand total of 36 bad ass hours)

It started on a relaxing Labor Day. We hoped into a cab and had a pleasant ride to the airport. With two tots, a double stroller (we have the Hummer of strollers), more than 200 lbs of luggage (babies do not travel light!!), we checked in and awaited to begin our long, long journey. We were anxious to find out to how the ninja girls will do on such a tedious haul. I had even asked their pediatrician what I could give them to calm them down in case they flipped out during the flight (eg, Baby Benedryl) and she just glared at me and curtly said no. She made me feel like such a monster of a mother.

I was pleasantly surpised how well the girls did on the flight. They fussed a little, but nothing to warrant the other passeengers giving us the stare cock (Malayia colloquialism. Urban Dictionary translates this as - A fierce stare into some lamers or idiot bastards who accidentally/purposely made others angry).

We flew Malaysia Arlines and were most satisfied with their service. The flight crew was extremely courteous and helpful. Flying with the girls provided us with plenty of perks like checking in first, eating before everyone else and we received so much attention. The baby bassinets were lifesavers and the girls caught their ZZZ's very comfartably in there - in fact it was probably more comfortable than first class!

Dehydratred, exhausted and a sore butt later, we finally arrrived. Now where is that curry mee I've been longing for for the last two vyears??