Cyprus {Days 3 & 4}

We'll start off with a few pictures, which I'll call "Dressing Toddlers with Jet Lag:"

Step 1:  Approach sleeping toddlers.  Try to wake them up, I dare you.  Jet lag is toddler sleep elixir!  Trust me.  I tried to wake them up for a good ten minutes.  Don't bother.

Step 2:  Take off pj's and put on clothes.  Congratulate yourself on not waking them up so you can actually get ready  in complete silence. Then feel for a pulse just to make sure they're breathing. #momsknowwhatimtalkingabout

From here we did a reverse journey from the day before and headed back to the airport.  Shockingly early.  Check-in was delightful!  Not.  But we made it on the plane, happy to be on our last leg of air travel for a couple of weeks.

My happy boys.

This flight was only ~5 hours long, which seemed like nothing after our first long haul.  And we had an entire middle row to ourselves, which allowed us to trap control N a lot easier.  After landing and tearful hellos in the Arrivals Hall, we set off towards Limassol.

T-minus two minutes before N passes out.

T-minus four minutes until C passes out....for the next twelve hours (!!)  I told you - jet lag is truly toddler sleep elixir.

N woke when we reached the house...C did not.  And would not.  We hauled in suitcases, unpacked, lights on and off and the kid would.not.wake.up.  Not for a snack, not for dinner, not for anything.  So we slapped a pull-up and a pair of pj's on him, called it a day/night, and braced ourselves for the inevitable 4am omg-i-am-STARVING wake-up.

While I unpacked, N relished in undivided attention from his Papou and Yiayia.

"Is this what it feels like to be an only child?"

Right on cue, C woke up at 4am. After a sandwich and banana, he promptly fell back to sleep. Oh yeah.  Except that all my years of "anti jet-lag training" had disappeared and I laid awake until 7am.  Ugh.  But we took it easy the next day, getting the boys settled into their surroundings and spending quality time with their grandparents.

We bought this plane for C the last time we visited in 2010...pre-N.  You know it was pre-N because the wings are still intact.  Five minutes after N got a hold of it...no more wings.  Papou went out and bought him three more.  Just in case of future wing breakages and all.

"We totally must be on vacation - I never get to play with play dough at home!"

Our trip to Cyprus wasn't all play...we did have a bit of work to do - specifically, getting the last bits together for N's Christening, to be held in England in a few weeks time.  Traditionally the god parents purchase the christening outfit, but they weren't sure of his shoe size, so off we went to seek out shoes that could withstand feet dripping with olive oil (OK!  Maybe not dripping.  Don't worry, there will be a whole post dedicated to Greek Orthodox Christenings.  Try to contain your excitement.)

I'm still bummed they didn't have these in his size.

Next up:  THE Waterpark.  Which waterpark you ask?  Fasouri Waterpark,  featuring the one and only "bucket."  Oh yes.