First Day Home Late 7/22 early 7/23

Things didn't go exactly as planned with the arrival. I started getting the kids ready around 5:30. The girls had baths and ponytails and dresses. The next step was to get in the car around 6. Of course, the boys were scheduled to arrive home at 7:30 on the 22nd but through many problems with planes being late and mechanics, it was actually 12:13 when they arrived . . .July 23rd. I was able to talk the luggage girl into giving me a gate pass but not my niece or her boyfriend who were along for the ride. Despite the fact that luggage girl was willing to give it to me, she still felt the need to explain to me how I didn't need it. I wasn't meeting unaccompanied minors and she had children and a husband and my husband didn't ask for help in Newark so he'll be fine. I'm wondering if anyone told her that after sitting on the tarmac for over two hours with hot oil and firetrucks and then finally being cleared for take off, a boy stood up and pulled down his pants to pee in the aisle and had a waling, feral fit delaying the plane even more. That was my boy. And, I feel like delayed four hours after having traveled for over 24, that my husband did, indeed, need gate help. Had it been me, I would have insisted on three wheelchairs. But it wasn't; it was Pete and so he didn't ask for any help. I raced onto the airport train and into the terminal because by the time the lady had finished insisting he didn't need any help, almost all of the people on the flight had arrived landside. I also raced up the escalators and through the D terminal but it didn't take long until I saw them. Boys in lime green shirts (thanks to Gymboree for the crazy green color that I thought would help Pete recognize his own children in China) and there was Pete with a baby dangling from the front of him walking sideways watching the boys behind him and half looking ahead. He was in tears but trying to wait for this emotional floodgate until we got home. Duncan informed me that everyone on the plane hated them and had mean things to say especially when Daddy went to the bathroom on the plane. I believe Pete had tried to explain that Kai didn't speak English because apparently when he went to the bathroom, the guy behind them said to his lady neighbor, "Then learn some Mandarin." Thanks for the advice buddy but kinda late. Pete explained that the people in the neighboring seats were all drinking for free thanks to the stewardess who apparently realized that they, did, indeed, need help or medication or at the very least for the plane not to be four hours late reaching it's destination. At any rate, I was amazingly happy to see them. Duncan had lots of things to say about Kai's behavior and how Kai ruined his day and so on and so forth. And my husband's eternal cuteness is surely in part to the way he wears a baby. Welcome home boys!