Hello, Citizen Miao-Miao

Just after 6 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on Saturday, December 16, 2006, Continental Flight CO 88 from Beijing to Newark landed and Miss Zhu FuMiao, aka Willa FuMiao Josephine, um, Bookish became a citizen of the United States.

She put on her Zutano hat and rode around Newark AIrport in style in the briefcase basket of a luggage caddy (free in Chinese airports; $3 in Newark).

We are very happily and sleepily home. Bee and MM are asleep in their respective beds. (It won't last long.) My HSH is asleep in his own bed. And I am going to type here until I pass out, hitting the Publish button just as I slip into unconsciousness.

Jetlag is an awful, awful thing. It makes you want to eat, sleep, take a crap, call a doctor, and take a shower right now. It makes you want have to do all those things so urgently and so simultaneously that you might be overcome with bizarre fits of anger. Go ahead - try to punch someone. You'll never connect, because you will fall asleep in mid-swing.

The girls (yes - as a couple of you independently asserted - there is something  indescribably different about having The Girls) are a little turned around. But children are creatures who sleep and wake at odd times anyway, so maybe the adjustment won't be so hard for them.

I've been told to drink plently of water and avoid caffeine and alcohol. Great - and all day I've been spiking my Starbuck's peppermint mocha with Bailey's. It's what Mrs. Santa drinks with her breakfast every day of the year.

More tomorrow...

passing....

out...

Comments

[Ppb]

welcome home, willa!

[Courtney]

Welcome home, Bookish family!

[Cara]

I'm not sure the last time I read something so happy. Enjoy your magical Christmas. (I vote for boxes and wrapping paper for Willa, by the way. You know that's all she'll play with anyway.)

[angie]

Welcome home! Have a wonderful rest and a beautiful holiday all eating and hugging and kissing too much.