Houston to Moscow: this was the longest leg: we were in the air by 7 pm. The Singapore airlines staff all looked like supermodels (I felt like they probably hire based on looks). The men wore suits and the women were in long patterned skirts and tops. Did I mention all the women were gorgeous? Really makes u feel good at the end of a 11 hour flight. Nothing major on this flight. E was asleep by 10, Micah was asleep by 11. Of course, E woke up at 4 am for the 'day'. He somehow got out of the seatbelt, out of his seat and started wandering up and down the aisle w/o me knowing. Thank God he couldn't get very far but it's slightly embarrassing when u wake up to see a stewardess holding your child. Mom of the year moment. ;). We had to wake Micah up for landing so he slept well. When that kid is out, he's out. Thankfully, we weren't the only people w kids in business class. There was another Chevron couple w their 12 week old moving to Indonesia. And there was another woman, flying w her 5 year old and 6 month old w her mother. The amount of screaming from 12 week old and 6 month old made any yelling or crying from Micah and Ethan seem like daisies in a park. Thank God for that. Finally, it was on this leg that I noticed what I will refer to as 'the cougher'. Coughing is a per peeve of mind. Not the occasional cough, but the cough that never stops. The Cougher on the plane coughed the ENTIRE flight. Every 5 minutes or so, right when u were falling asleep = COUGH!! And it wasn't a dainty cough. It was like a yelling cough = like when you're trying to stop someone from doing something and you yell, 'HEY!' I didn't get much sleep the first leg = 'COUGH!' Oh wait, I'm drifting off to sleep....COUGH!!
Moscow airport next = hell hole
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