Welcome to Oz

Ladies, gentlemen, and babies, what a long, strange trip it has been. I can't believe my last post was on Mother's Day. I've been having my biggest adventures yet, and haven't even had a chance to sit down and tell you about them.


First, I went to Baltimore to see my Nanna and Pop Pop and pretty much all my aunties, save a few. Wow. I had such a good time seeing those fine ladies again and celebrating a new baby in the works. Congratulations Auntie Katherine. (This is where I would share some pictures, but mom forgot the camera. Geez.)


Then me and dad spent lots of time together, just hanging out and being guys: sitting on the front porch shirtless, having a drink, and smiling and the pretty ladies. 

And then dad went away, which I didn't like so much. Little did I know what was in store for me next. We got on a plane for a million hours, or something close to that. I could tell that mom was pretty stressed, so I did my best to stay up the whole time and distract her. A few times during the trip the flight attendant would wisk me away and take me on a tour of the First Class cabin, even though mom called her a stewardess to her face. (Again, geez mom. And again, why no pictures? I ascribe it to the aforementioned stress and the million hours.)


At long last we landed. Welcome to Australia, they all said, but we weren't quite home yet. Me, Mom, Nanna, and Pop Pop spent another four hours in the Sydney airport, where I actually got a second wind. I used my extra energy helping Pop Pop get a little extra work done.

Then off again on a short flight to Coffs Harbour, our final destination. After a cat nap on the plane I opened my eyes in the terminal and finally met my great grandmother. Five hours to LA, 15 hours to Sydney, and 5 hours to Coffs? ... Worth it!

I only wish my dad could be here with us. I love you, dad. We'll be home before you know it.