Number of hours on the flight from Hong Kong to Detroit: 14.5
Number of hours Beatrix Nan Yu slept on that flight: 4.5
Number of hours Beatrix Nan Yu caused general mayhem and madness: 10
Number of Play-Doh containers lost during takeoff: 3
Number of consecutive hours Olivia stayed awake (minus a quick snooze on the car home from the airport: 28 (proof that, given unlimited television and snacks, the child will never go to sleep on her own)
Number of times that Olivia and Alison pinched and poked each other to make sure they were finally together: approximately 27
Number of awesome things waiting for us at home: too many to count
We were met at the curb by the street people and walked up to find beautiful signs from all the street kids welcoming home Beatrix Nan Yu and Olivia. Inside was a pile of letters to the girls, dinner waiting on the counter (the first salad in three weeks! yay, roughage!), a fridge and freezer full of food (including Nan Yu's beloved dumplings and bananas), and not-dead plants.
My favorite thing was the book that has a picture of each family on the street (along with a picture of their house) and drawings from each kid in the family. Beatrix Nan Yu can learn who the street people are and where they live (dude, even I get confused sometimes), and one day she'll look back on this and see how much she was loved even before she was home.
She was a trooper - the flight was a little difficult because, well, it's like herding cats to try to keep a very energetic toddler from disrupting a plane for 14 hours -- but overall I'm impressed by how well she did, and how quickly she made herself at home here. She marched right in, took our hands, and explored every single inch of the house. She opened and closed every single door and drawer...Eighteen times. She fell down the servant's stairs. She took a bath and tried to plug in the door with my Macbook charger and dumped out the entire contents of the toy basket.
Olivia was also a trooper. A very sleep-deprived trooper, but a trooper nonetheless... That child stayed awake for almost 28 consecutive hours (minus a very quick nap and some weird car sleeping on the way home from the airport). I'd always wondered if, given unlimited television and snacks and no set bedtime, the child would ever sleep. I now have my answer. The flight attendants were all very impressed with her and complimented her (and us) on how well behaved she was. Yay, Olivia!
Beatrix woke up around 5:30 this morning and I couldn't get her to stop crying; perhaps overstimulated from yesterday's big adventure. John took her downstairs and they ate and played, then we all hoofed it up to the PARP. Poor Beatrix Nan Yu wasn't sure what to think about the cold, or her first adventure with mittens. "Uh, mom, WHERE ARE MY THUMBS?"
We discovered that her hair is all kinds of awesome on the slide -- static electricity FTW!