Iceland, Day 1

We left JFK on Monday, August 25th to head to Reykjavik Iceland where Paul's dad and stepmother have been living since last August. I was confident that the flight out would go well because it was at night and Noah could sleep. We got to the airport and Noah started to say "I want to go home" which should have been our first clue. We sat down for dinner and he did so well. He put his bear next to him and put napkins on their laps and fed them dinner. We took that as a good sign to counterbalance his homeward requests.


After we got on the plane we taxied for an hour and then finally took off. Noah fell asleep somewhat easily only to wake up an hour later screaming bloody murder. Nothing would console him. Flight Attendants were pulling out random things out of the cabinet, acting like cartoon characters, offering chocolate.... nothing would stop the shrill screams of a two year old who woke up in a strange place.

We finally calmed him down after a solid hour of agony and lots of loving glares. He snuggled back in his seat and watched the Simpsons on the headrest TV with no sound. It was the only thing to keep the demons at bay.

We arrived in Iceland at 6am, picked up the car and headed on our way.