The Netherlands - Flying over the ocean - Arriving in Amsterdam

We arrived at the airport well before our international flight was scheduled to leave at 7:20pm.  My mom delivered us and all of our luggage so we didn't have to bother with parking.  When checking in at the front desk, however, we found out we were required to have an infant ticket...oops.  They didn't tell me that when I bought the tickets and confirmed that a child under 2 didn't need to buy a ticket, and even requested bulk-head seats to be more comfortable with the baby.  So we stood there for an hour while they processed an international "infant in arms" ticket.  Luckily, it was only the cost of the taxes, so it wasn't a big expense. But I was pretty frazzled as the clock ticked and ticked and ticked - that, plus the fact that on the way to the airport I had an argument with Tag about his vehicle choice for driving to the airport (his truck doesn't have a very comfy carseat for Evey, and the front passenger seat is pushed all the way up to fit the uncomfy carseat so it's not comfy to sit up front either, and we had all day to get ready but he selected his vehicle to take us to the airport and didn't have any gas...!).  So anyway, when we finally reached the gateway and sorted out some additional issues with the infant ticket, I was able to relax and the rest of the trip was very smooth.  Evelyn greeted each of the passengers with a smile and a wave as they boarded and found their seats.  The flight attendants were charmed by her and visited us frequently throughout the flight.  Poor Tag had trouble getting comfortable, but all three of us were able to rest on the night-flight to Amsterdam.  They gave us three seats, so we had plenty of room for all of our "baby accessories."

When we arrived 9 short hours later, Henk & Anna were there to greet us and all of our bags (three suitcases, one duffle bag, one backpack, one purse, one diaper bag, one cameral bag, one stroller, one carseat with collapsible booster chair bungee-corded inside). Somehow we made it onto the train, then switched trains, then hauled our goods down the street, up the elevator and, at last, into their apartment.  More on our visit later -- it's Day Three and I'm ready for slaapen !  Slaap Lekker!