No Place Like Travel

Spoilt rotten today with beautiful weather and a delicious day with the family. English Hubby was is sports heaven – tennis, Grand Prix and rugby. Baby Boy O was in food heaven, hoovering up Sunday lamb roast and walking for food. I was in a happy place too, surrounded by all my very favorite people, soaking it up before having to leave for a week.

Little minion is addicted to bananas

And anything that daddy eats!

Autumn is nigh

Reading with Mah Mah

Picking up all the goodies

Climbing into daddy's chair

Sunday roast lamb with mint sauce

Finishing before we even start

My plate

Baby Boy O's plate

So hungry he's eating the spoon

Showing off his cooking skills

Peekaboo!

On return from Henley

Home for the next four nights

Given the little one was so very tired and so very thrown off schedule, he was a good as could be expected on the flight. Lady Luck was on our side. We moved from bulkhead seats to a three seater row, long enough for Baby Boy O to stretch across and catch some shut eye. Mummy on the other hand dozed fitfully, worried her little dumpling would roll off the seat and onto the floor. Note to self: need to buy another seat for upcoming trip to Australia!

Our little traveler adjusted beautifully. Nothing like sunshine and a walk to the playground to reset the circadian rhythm. He was having fun with Mah Mah and Yah Yah who broke out all the old toys to his delight. I get the sense that someone is going to get spoilt rotten over the next week. Grandparent's prerogative!

Safety is his first priority

Plane plane

Hello England

Hello Yah Yah!

Recycle...daddy's toys

Playing with Yah Yah

Off to the playground

Monkey has seen better days

Leaf with a view

Daddy's playground

A year ago we were off to Vancouver to see Gong Gong and Poh Poh for the very first time. Today we make the journey in the opposite direction to London to see Mah Mah and Yah Yah. We thought we had travel arrangements licked with a cunning plan to travel at 5pm, reaching the airport and getting through security by 6.30pm at which time Baby Boy O would sweetly fall asleep allowing us to have a bite to eat before we boarded our aircraft for a 9.30pm departure. The reality was hitting rush hour traffic, getting stuck in the security lines without a family fast lane, then having our flight delayed until 12.30am. The annoying combination of bright fluorescent lights, constant announcements over the speakers and an over tired toddler was a lesson in patience and gratitude. English Hubby kindly reminded us that our slightly diverted travel plans is nothing compared to what the Syrian refugees are going through right now. Keeping it all in perspective.

Getting his fill of cheap Chinese

The three of us

Big boy car seat

Pole dancer

Pushing with all his might

Giving daddy a hand

Sleep attempt #5

Sleep attempt #9