White Lake Weekends

Today we leave Ottawa after five lovely days and head for Waterloo. Our two flights (Sydney to Halifax and Halifax to Ottawa) were just perfect (as in one solidly sleeping baby for both flights) and we're crossing baby fingers for a repeat performance. FYI: flight staff are extra friendly when you travel with an arm full of cuteness.

I am hoping also (in contradiction of logic since we're actually head South) that it's going to be just ever so slightly cooler in Waterloo. Yes, that's right I'm hot. Too hot. I think this means the final chapter of operation island acclimatization is complete. I miss the cool days and cooler nights. I never imagined how much warmer nine pounds of baby in your arms could make you.

When the heat first hit I was worried that it might be dangerous for her but then remembered that babies are also born here (and have been born here for years) and they all seem to manage. She actually seems to be taking to the the warmer temperatures just fine. It makes her a little sleepier than usual but otherwise still a little bag of happiness and smiles.

Our trip out to White Lake was wonderful and a great big screened in porch meant that Frances and I were able to spend three days out doors (and still out of the sun). Frances saw her first woodpecker, robin and chipmunk though none of them seemed to make as much of an impact as a bright orange beach towel tossed over the back of a lawn chair. Maybe next year.

She's been sleeping like a champ at night and we've learned that three day time naps means much lessing fussing in the evening. In addition to heading off a wee bit of baby wailing this discovery definitely made us feel like ace parents - we're getting to know our baby!