We are home

Apparently Air France has decided to mess all our trips. This time something was wrong at the check-in in Stuttgart and it took one long hour to get us checked in on the first flight yet with the luggage up to Brest. As for the passengers, Oskar was checked in but not his parents. They had to wait to be in Paris to get boarding passes. Of course this meant that we had to rush through security and the airport to catch our flight while feeding Thomas and managing a crying Oskar. Not exactly what we had planned for when arriving two hours before the flight.

I seriously don't know what is wrong with Air France but this year they really go the extra mile in screwing up every single trip.  

Cherry on the cake: two suitcases did not arrive. Fair enough we had plenty but I still don't get why 4 arrived but not 2. Luckily the kids' suitcase was there. Who cares if parents can't change clothes as long as diapers, kids clothes and baby bottles warmer and sterilizer are there. 

They say we will get them tomorrow morning. It'd better be true.

While the stressed parents tried to get organized, Oskar was enjoying every minute at his grandparents with Daad. My parents were on the way back from Belgium so Daad welcomed us. She played with Oskar who had a whole new place to explore and lots of toys everywhere to discover. Seems my parents transformed the house in a paradise for toddler.

We decided to skip the bath tonight and put everybody to bed directly. This went quite well and we could enjoy peacefully the great dinner prepared by Daad. 

Around 11pm, surprisingly, my parents showed up. They were supposed to sleep half way on their trip back from Belgium and arrive the following morning. But apparently they could not wait to see us.

It's good to be home.