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Electric

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Sunday, 16 March 2014: Three Hundred and Forty Nine Days Old.

Our house felt electric all day today, partly because of the adrenalin from seeing Hubby win last night and partly because we’re going on our first ever overseas family holiday tonight!!

Baby Ayla was picking up on the good vibes and she was never far from the middle of the action, especially when the time came to pack!

Ayla started off curious about the suitcase but before long she worked out what I was doing and tried to help… By pulling everything out!

We eventually got our things ready and headed to the airport but by the time we boarded Ayla was tired, hungry and ready for bed.

It’s the first time I’ve flown with Ayla at night and Hubby’s first time flying with her at all, and I wasn’t sure how she’d go.

But the flight was nearly empty and we had two whole rows to ourselves so we were able to spread out and take turns between baby duty and napping.

Being a seasoned flier with six flights under her belt already, Ayla was really good and only had a few little cries that were appeased by “gas releases” and for the rest of the time she slept or played.

We arrived in Singapore at 9pm local time and after a bit of dinner we headed to the Transit Hotel within the Terminal for the night.

I must say I’m impressed!! The hotel is pretty flash; we have our own ensuite, TV and desk and the bed is massive!!

The cot they brought us for Ayla is even better than the one she has at home and if it wasn’t too late and we were too tired we might have even gone for a swim in the pool and checked out the gym!

Maybe next time, but for now… Zzzzzz!

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A medal

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Saturday, 8 February 2014; Three Hundred and Thirteen Days Old.

All things considered, Ayla was a dream on our journey back home today.

Thankfully Ayla had somehow managed to sleep in two five hour stints last night, she even got in a 30 minute morning nap as well, so I took comfort in the fact I wasn’t boarding the plane with an overtired baby.

Just a teething, hyperactive, hungry one.

Ayla is still refusing to eat food and I’m worried I don’t have the milk she needs to keep her full and happy. I’m starting to think that might be why Ayla seems constantly on the go lately… I know that when I’m hungry I certainly can’t relax!

On the other hand, and most likely, it’s probably teething. `Ayla’s top gum is riddled with lumps and bumps and I’m pretty sure I can see four definite teeth trying to push through.

If I’m right, and Ayla has four li’l toofie-pegs coming through at once I owe the girl a medal, not a rousing!

Whatever it is though, Ayla was generally happy on the plane. I was grateful for two air hostesses with a passion for cute babies who happily held and played with Ayla during the journey, and I was grateful to a grandma from Jabiru who was next to me. Oh! And I am eternally grateful for having a spare seat in our row!