We'd not been to the UK since November 2010 when Lux was just 3½ months old. That trip was pretty straightforward kid-wise: she slept for most of the flight over, and was sketchy enough sleep wise that timezones were somewhat academic.
This time things were different. At 18 months, as you might expect, Lux significantly more fidgety and needy in transit—and the jet lag thing was just crazy. Every day we were there, Lux was wide awake from 1am to 6am; Wendy, me and a grandparent would take shifts staying awake with her. Everyone in the house was pretty much just grazing on sleep for a week.
Fantastic time, though.
Great to see my dad again after the longest I've ever gone without seeing him:
A chance to reunite with my sister's fantastic kids: #1
I saw my brother Jak (a bit):
All in all, a wonderful time with my very favorite people.