I’ve utilized public transportation more in other countries than in my own. I’m not sure if that makes me well-traveled or spoiled. Maybe a little bit of both. Continue reading “Buses & Birdwatching in British Columbia”
Say hello to Karyn, everyone.
She’s my amazing little sister who decided to join me here in Vancouver at the last minute. Can I just say how thankful I am? Gallivanting around Canada with Olivia would have been fun but it’s way more fun with Karyn here. Plus she gets photo credit for pretty much every picture you see here, sans the ones in which she is the model. Continue reading “Visiting Vancouver”
We’re in Canada! The rainy weather leaves room for wanting but rumor has it the sun should come out tomorrow. (Any one else just start singing?) Olivia did amazing on the afternoon flight. She slept the whole first leg and was wiggly but well-behaved on the second. We had a two and a half hour layover which wasn’t ideal but we spent it riding the escalator up and down and up and down and…you get the picture. We must have ridden it at least fifty times. Continue reading “Salt in the Wound at 3:30 a.m.”
Just a little over a month after returning from Hawaii, the Tuckers are once again boarding a plane. This time we’re headed to Vancouver, British Columbia! I’ve been to Canada before but never B.C. Luke is going for work but it’s all fun and games for Olivia and me. (One of the many benefits of being home during this season of life.) And to make it even better, my sister is meeting us there! Continue reading “Canada, eh?”
Parents warned me it would happen. A bed, a counter, the couch, or some other raised object. Eventually, Olivia would experience her first fall. I nodded in agreement while silently thinking it wouldn’t happen to me. After all, I don’t leave my baby abandoned on the kitchen counter and I watch her when she’s on the bed. Certainly she would never fall. But like nearly every other thought I had about parenting, I was wrong. Continue reading “The Fall”
After what we’d known would be a long flight to Hawaii, Luke and I planned for a nice relaxing first day back on the Island. Of course our version of relaxing included lunch at A Cup of Tea with one of my besties, a trip to the beach, dinner at Teddy’s Bigger Burgers, and catching up with another friend and his adorable daughter.
While that may sound like a long list, it didn’t feel crammed at all. It was the perfect day and I’m looking forward to many more. Although it’s been just over a year since we’ve been back, it feels as if we’ve never left. I swear I could still see my footprints in the sand at Kalama Beach Park. Only now we’ve added Olivia’s two tiny prints alongside ours.
I’m currently lying in a bed in Hawaii with a baby asleep on my chest. It’s 8:30 a.m. here (11:30 a.m. MST) which means it’s really odd for Olivia to still be sleeping. And even more odd that we co-slept her. That is until you consider the fact that our flight landed at 10:50 p.m. HST and she basically stayed awake the entire flight here. So warning to anyone on a plane with the Tuckers, Olivia doesn’t sleep.
It was her bedtime when we took off from Seattle. I fed her and she went right to sleep. We thought we were golden until she woke up 35 minutes later and would not go back down. The good news is she appears to be quite happy awake. We, knock on wood, haven’t been the people with the screaming baby. We’re just the people with the baby who doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the travel experience. After all, there’s a whole plane of people here to see her. She couldn’t possibly go to sleep and disappoint one of her fans. (She must get that from Luke.) So we played with cups, blew kisses, ate snacks, and read books. We fussed some (Luke and I included!) but mostly just wanted to see everything that was happening. And, two hours before we landed, Luke finally got her to sleep. Go dada! I wish I could say I was happy and gracious the whole time. I wasn’t. At one point I swore I was going to lose it. But I didn’t and we made it!
It’s funny to look back on the travel we’ve done with her. After each trip we swore we’d figured out the best way to fly. But babies change so much the first year so what worked at one age didn’t for the next. At three months when we went to Michigan and five months when we flew to D.C. she actually slept quite a bit. The early or late night flights were awesome because she’s pass out and just stay asleep. She didn’t do too bad heading to Amsterdam at eight months either. However, on the way back at just shy of nine months she took a few cat naps and that was it. By 11 months when we went to Texas, she pretty much stayed awake the whole flight. We also learned the early flights don’t work because she’s not going back down and they rob her of guaranteed sleep. Here we are at 12 months and we’ve discovered late flights aren’t the best either. Especially in the back of the plane where people are constantly walking past you. Oh well!
During these long flights with a squirmy baby I start to question our decisions to travel. I also wonder if we’d be able to do it with two (not an announcement!). Travel is so much a part of who I am and who Luke and I are as a couple. I’m not sure we’d be willing to give it up, although the types of trips may change. But those decisions are for another day. For now, I’m going to take advantage of these baby snuggles and enjoy our twelve days in Hawaii. It feels so good to be home!