I thought jet lag was bad when I was single and childless. With twin toddlers, it’s borderline horrific. Though they might say I’m the one torturing them. Constantly having to wake them up because the plane is landing or car is arriving or because you’re not supposed to nap 5 hours in the day and 4 at night. But at least they get cat naps throughout the day. Ethan is continuing the super fussiness he had before leaving, after his fever, and demands to be carried everywhere. In a way I prefer, though, since the crowds and constant barrage of bikes and cars can be terrifying.

Still, they continue to entertain and are more easily entertained than I would have hoped. Isaac got obsessed with a picture card of a jeep and insisted on “pay car”. He kept talking about it long after the traumatic event of losing said picture card. I asked him where we could pay for the car and he said “store”. I asked “which store?”. He thought about it, threw his arms out and said with a big smile, “big store!”. Ethan then decided to chime in and said “me too, big car”. I said, teasing, “noooo, not a big car!”. He thought, said “hmm, small car!” Thereafter every time Isaac said “big car”, Ethan said “small car”.