Home again

Another week in Calgary and we’re home again. The flight home was not ideal, Callum freaked out while we were still on the ground and you’re not suppose to feed him but it took us FOREVER to get off the ground. Since the stewardesses were all buckled in and couldn’t see me, I finally just gave him his bottle to spare us all the endless crying. Why we can’t feed them on take-off and landing is a complete mystery to me because honestly, if we crash? I am not going to be able to keep a hold on the little dude. That’s a risk I’m willing to take when I get on a plane.
The weather in Calgary was confused, but the weather here is absolutely gorgeous! If Callum wasn’t sick I’d go frolic (Hi Fearthainn!) in the sun. I might go frolic (Hi Fearthainn!) anyway, poor kid has a runny nose but I suspect he’ll survive a stroll around the block.
In other incredibly exciting news, I have piles and piles of kids clothes piled up in my living room as I attempt to go through it all and figure out what to store, what to donate and what will fit my very plump little man right now. You’re jealous right now aren’t you? I thought so.
Speaking of the plump little dude, here he is! hee!