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Friday, December 30, 2005


Papa!Christmas was a happy time in the Kydd household. I of course, cooked way too much food - but we ate like kings! Home made mince pies, cookies and of course in the English tradition - the bird! Martha’s recipe served me a treat and 30 minute bastings produced a tender piece of meat - even tho I was exhausted by the time we got down to eating it!

Oliver is a bundle of energy - with no real place to direct it to. So he’s getting a bit frustrated - once he turns from his tummy on to his back, he has nowhere else to go. I know we should enjoy it - as soon as he learns how to crawl we’ll be in trouble.

New Year is approaching and with it what we want to aim for next year… A safe and healthy year is top of my list, taking time to enjoy what we have and make the most of the opportunities presented to us.
29th December, 2005
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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Christmas approaches…

Santa's helperWe are SO glad to be home. We’re all now over our various colds and flus - what a nightmare! Having fun dressing the tree, writing cards and wrapping presents. Looking forward to our first Christmas just the three of us as a family. It’ll be strange in some ways, not to be with the rest of the family, but it’ll be more relaxing and anything that means we don’t need to get on a flight again anytime soon - phew!
19th December, 2005
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Thursday, December 8, 2005

Projectile vomit at 34,000 feet?

Anyone? Anyone? No takers? Hmm…

It’s taken me a while to summon up the necessary perspective and distance to be able to record the events of flight UA 135 from London to LA. “Eventful” doesn’t quite do it justice, let’s try, hmm… “nightmarish”, or “horrific” - yes that’s more like it.

The morning started off excitingly enough. Having paid for a pre-8am delivery of my visa from the embassy, so we could leave on Wednesday on the 11.15 flight, 8am came and went and no visa. Repeated calls to the courier assured us that our precious cargo was en route and yet the minutes continued to pass. As 8.30am came and went we decided to divide and conquer, and Steven took off ahead of me to return the car. Tic tic tic… 9am, 9.30am - still nothing. 9.33am, or thereabouts and finally the visa arrived. You can imagine the hilarity - NOT! Mom, Oliver, Freddie and I made off in hot pursuit of Steven to Heathrow, every second counting, Monty Python couldn’t have written it any better.

At 10.15 we arrived and literally bumped into Steven descending from the airport bus - having looped the airport a few times in desperate search of the car rental returns. We dashed - thank heavens for friendly staff - only to manage to check in seconds before they closed the gate. Infact they did close the gate, but reopened it for us. We were escorted to the plane and huffing and puffing made it to our seats. I have to give credit where it’s due - we were all holding it together quite valiantly at this stage. Oliver knew that something was up - he’s never seen me actually run before - and decided that now was not the time to create any kind of stink - except of the diapering kind.

So we made it - foolishly thinking that our troubles were over. Boy were we wrong!Our wee man did sleep fitfully here and there it’s true, in between whooping sounds - you couldn’t call it screaming - being more akin to a whining puppy - he did manage to get - oh I’d say about an hour of shut eye during the entire flight. I’m not sure whether it was the constant nursing trying to get him to sleep - but at one point, about an hour in, Oliver decided he’d had quite enough to eat and needed to share it with everyone. Vomit and copious amounts of it, came out all over Mama, who of course had not brought a change in clothing. As Steven said “well - that’s the low point!” - ah the glories of the eternal optimist.

All in all, I do have to say, it was the worst flight of my life! I kid you not and not even due to my own personal discomfort - which wasn’t insignificant. Seeing our poor wee lamb in such distress, not knowing what to do with himself and getting more and more anxious and tired and simply zonked, is not an experience I would ever want to repeat.

But that was yesterday. We all went to bed at 7pm and slept through to morning - with the occasional feeding - which in the grand scheme of things - was the least of our worries. Oliver has now caught my cold/cough and has been running a fever. He’s a hardy chap so fingers crossed it wont last for long, but it’s heart-breaking to see him wheezing. I am so glad to be home, and so glad we are all safe and sound, or mostly.

I’m trying to think of what my learnings from this experience are, what I would do differently, and really can’t think of anything - it is what it is - too far to fly with an infant.

But oh - I did get my greencard. :-)

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Tuesday, December 6, 2005

Man meets horse

Man meets horseAnd so concludes our sojourn in the UK.
The visa has finally come through and the days of waiting are over - thank goodness! Tomorrow it’s scheduled to arrive by 8am, then we fly out at 11. Talk about cutting it fine!
Oliver has had many new firsts. Met a horse, seen a sheep, breathed in the cold damp air of the mother country. He has now tasted potato, sweet potato, peas, zucchini, and some carrot. Yum. He’s eating three times a day and seems to be starting to wean. I’m feeding him a lot less so hopefully this is it. He is now 17lbs, 4 oz and 70cms long - not sure what that is in inches…28 or so…
Very much looking forward to getting home. What an adventure it’s been.Phewee!
6th December, 2005
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Monday, December 5, 2005

The Waiting Game

Now the excitement over getting the greencard has given way to the ennui of waiting for it. We had hoped it would arrive today, meaning we could leave first thing in the morning, but alas it wasn’t to be. And so we wait.
A lovely pint

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