Every time we go to Germany, I think about how neat it would be if I could write a daily-ish blog post as a sort of travel journal. And without fail, every time we go to Germany, I don't. There are more important things to do when I'm there. Too bad that when I return, life is so busy with unpacking and general re-adjusting to home that I never get around to recapping our trip.
Of course, it's still not fun. Going to the bathroom with a four-year-old crowded into the lavatory with you is one thing. Add holding a baby to that and you've got a real challenge - human tetris. (Most difficult part, for the record: re-buttoning my pants, which I accomplished by having Noah sit on the toilet lid while holding his brother.) I ate both meals on the way home while holding a squirmy, grabby-handed Corbin in my lap (possible only because we had the bulkhead seats).
Let's just say that by the time we land, we're eager to disembark.