Flying to Sweden

At 5:45pm on Sat, we embarked on the SAS flight to Copenhagen. 10 hours and 40 minutes direct didn't sound too bad except that Luca barely slept. He fidgeted with the remote control for the entertainment system, he walked up and down the aisles, he stood on the armrest and played peek-a-boo with everyone, he ate (finished three fruit pouches, his newly-found favorite, on one go on one occasion) and drank often...but, of course, he was tired. It was not until daddy made a tent for him with the red blanket that was given to each passenger that he lied down, and not until mommy massaged his tummy and feet for at least 45 minutes that he drifted into sleep. But not for long, even that he occupied two seats by himself - mommy's and maya's. As soon as he woke up, he was like a monkey again. Honestly, I felt a bit sorry for the guy, a very quiet and good-natured man, sitting next to us because Luca kept staring at him like he was a novelty, and kept hitting his elbow during his playing. It was only that much I could do to make Luca behave. But over all, Luca did amazingly. He was happy 95% of the time. Though we regretted that we didn't buy a seat for him - it was too late to get a seat for him when we wanted to do so because the plane was completely full - we weren't sure that it would have helped. Would he sit nicely in the car seat? Would he sleep in it? We doubt. He's that kind of kids who want to be in the center of activities and who don't want to miss a second of fun.

As for Maya, she was easy. She watched the Dinosaur Train dad had bought for her on iPad, she ate the Chinese snacks mommy had bought for her, she did several drawings on her Hello Kitty notebook, she, for half an hour, managed to cosleep with Luca on the two seats peacefully until Luca kicked her off (she didn't complain; she just rubbed her sleepy eyes and went to dad, who sat at the row behind, and for the following couple of hours, she slept on daddy's lap.) She was an angel.

Farfar picked us up at the airport. Farmor was in Rome and wouldn't be back until 21st. Luca fell asleep in the car before we reached the bridge between Copenhagen and malmo, and was still sleeping when we arrived at Farfar and Farmor's house. Daddy wrapped him with a blanket - it was cold, probably 8 or 9 degree - and carried him to the crib farfar and farmor had prepared for him. So nice to see him sleeping peacefully.