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The Baby Has Landed
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| Friday, August 24, 2007 |
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So here we are, safe and sound back in good ole T.O. A big thanks to Catherine who accompanied us on the journey from our house to Heathrow. Overcoming rush hour masses, miserable weather, heavy suitcases, a baby in a baby carriage, a dire case of tube-ophobia (on poor Catherine’s part) - we made it to terminal 3 with nary a pooped-out nappy.
When we checked in we started to realize some of the benefits of travelling with a newborn (yes, there are some!). First of all, you get to check-in at the Special Services desk and avoid the entire queue. Secondly, the kind ladies behind the desk will merely smile at your 200lb overweight bags when they see the little one cooing in her stroller. And, if you can encourage a few earth-shattering squeals when you take your seat, you may even find that half the cabin has relocated and given you several rows to yourself. Bonus!
On check-in, I almost raised a level three security alert after mistakenly asking for a bayonet instead of a bassinette...
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My Daughter is a Jet-Setter
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| Saturday, July 28, 2007 |
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Today is a very exciting day for our little girl: she received her passport!!
I’m certainly not into celebrity news by any stretch of the imagination, but I did find the following story about Matt Damon amusing. It’s titled, “My Daughter is a Jet-Setter”:
Actor Matt Damon’s one-year old daughter may not be walking, but she is definitely flying, for her parents travel a lot and they ensure that they take her along with them.
The 36-year-old actor said that his girl, Isabella, who would turn one this week, had already got more stamps on her passport than what Damon had when he was 30.
“We travel a lot but try to bring her everywhere. She has 11 stamps on her passport. She has more stamps than I did when I was 30,” People magazine quoted him, as saying.
Not that we are in any sort of competition, but Baby Arwyn could give Baby Isabella a run for her, um, nappies. We were trying to count the number of countries she’s has been to since she was a wee zygote...
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Arwyn Eleanor Wallis
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| Saturday, July 07, 2007 |
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In the wee hours of this Saturday morning, at 02:27 on 07/07/07, our beautiful baby girl was born into the world! At around midnight the day before, Melody had started having irregular contractions. The next morning we were debating on whether to go to our scheduled noon appointment at the hospital, knowing that if you go before your contractions are a regular 5 minutes apart they will just send you home. Well, we got there, and after having been examined by the midwife, she said, “I hope you brought your hospital bags with you, because you’re three centimetres dilated and you’re going straight upstairs!”
After waiting about 12 hours, the baby was becoming somewhat distressed, so the doctor recommended an emergency c-section. The operation was very short, and after just a few minutes I was holding our little girl in my arms. She did receive a few bruises during the delivery, because at 4.2kg (9lb 4oz), “This kind cometh not out but by prayer and forceps!” They should heal soon though...
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Quite Quaint
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| Thursday, June 21, 2007 |
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Last weekend was our last little trip away before Baby Wallis makes her grand appearance. Flying is definitely out of the question, so we decided to drive to Norfolk to stay at a B&B. We expected the world “quaint” to be in frequent operation over our little trip, and Norfolk did not disappoint. The B&B was quaint, the little towns were quaint, the terrifyingly narrow country lanes were quaint, even the torrential downpour was quaint.
On the way there we passed two small towns called Little Snoring and Great Snoring. Tell me, in what other country in the world would you find a town called Great Snoring? We didn't take the time to stop in, but from what I hear the attractions are quite the draw during summer months. In Great Snoring, watching the grass grow and the Saturday afternoon “let’s check the expiry dates on our neighbour’s dairy products” stroll draws folks from – well, at least as far away as Little Snoring. The annual Scrabble Fest is only to be outdone by Little Snoring's Elevator Musi..
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Capital Cool
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| Friday, June 08, 2007 |
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Recently, New York Magazine rated the British capital the world’s coolest city. You might think that quite the compliment coming from New York; but to that we say, “Tell us something we didn’t know!” Here’s our own list (in no particular order) of the things we think are cool about London...
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Memory Lane Can Be Painful
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| Tuesday, May 29, 2007 |
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Funny the things that trigger memory flash-backs. Often it’s through hearing an old song that you’ve associated with a past event or time. Every time you hear that song, all the memories and feelings of a past life come flooding back. Or a scent... like last week as I was pulling ferns out of the garden. The smell of broken ferns instantly transported me back to a cottage memory, when as little boys my brother and I paved our way through the ferns in the forest like two great adventurers.
This week, it was getting in touch with an old friend through Facebook (thanks JM!). Getting in touch with someone from the conferencing and gallivanting days of uni, I suddenly remembered the url of the homepage I created just after graduation. And guess what – it’s STILL THERE! Eeeek! This is before the days of supersi.com, a couple of years before the likes of wallis.ca, and many years before anything .co.uk-related.
I gingerly opened up the time capsule and took a peek...
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Royal Teas
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| Thursday, May 24, 2007 |
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One of the things we like most about Greenwich is all the little cafes, restaurants and boutique stores. Our favourite Saturday morning routine is pastries and coffee at one of the little spots round the corner. This past weekend we went to a café called Royal Teas. The writing on the front window tells the full story:
Once upon a time there was and still is, just,
a little treasure called Royal Teas
in the enchanted land of Greenwich.
But like all fairy tales there are the good guys
and the bad. In case you were wondering,
we are the former.
A dark force has emerged threatening
our existence. Boo! But we play to fight. Hurrah!
On a special diet of cheesy bread and carrot cake
and with you at our side we shall be victorious.
So there – grab your carrot cake and your latte and join the resistance! Uh, yeah… some people just get *way* too carried away with their coffee. Or tea, as the case may be...
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What Do YOU Want Out of Childbirth?
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| Thursday, May 10, 2007 |
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Next week is the start of our prenatal classes. When we first met the midwife holding the classes, it was at a meet-and-greet at a children’s clothing store beside the local Starbucks (natch). During the classes, she explained, she would be there to offer all the support and advice we needed, and help us determine, for example, what Melody would like to get out of childbirth. Melody nodded and said, “Mmmm hmmm.”
“What would we like to get out of childbirth,” I repeated silently to myself. “Uh, you mean *besides* a baby??” One is wise to keep one’s male mouth shut under such circumstances. Instead, I squinted my eyes and nodded my head understandingly. Man, just as I thought I was starting to comprehend things… well, “comprehend,” as in, “there’s some quick breathing, you say ‘push’ a few times, there’s a screech and -- a stork flies overhead and drops a baby from the sky.” As long as you *catch* the baby, that’s the key. Or so I thought. Now I felt suddenly in the dark…
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Sympathetic Pregnancies
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| Monday, April 30, 2007 |
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Due to my lack of knowledge of the female species, and in particular the ordeal of child birth, I picked up a recommended book on the subject. “Recommended,” as in, “Sweetie, read chapters 10 through 15 in this book. You may start now.”
I came across a very interesting phenomenon called “sympathetic pregnancies”. The explanation goes like this:
Some men become so emotionally involved in their partner’s pregnancies and labours that they share certain physical symptoms. This is known as couvade – from the French word couver, meaning ‘to hatch’ – and is usually a sympathetic response that emerges from a man’s extremely close identification with his partner. Men who experience couvade may gain weight, become constipated and suffer from morning sickness. Occasionally a difficulty arises during labour when the father finds himself becoming more than usually distressed at the pain of childbirth and even experiencing labour-type pains himself. If you find yourself suffering from such symptoms, you should seek professional advice.
Now, if you ever see a man laughing uncontrollably reading a book on pregnancy, you might be tempted to think that he’s a pathetic husband with no care or concern about the ordeal that his poor wife is about to go through. But give him the benefit of the doubt: he’s probably just come across the info box in chapter 10 regarding “sympathetic pregnancies”.
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Paris for Lunch
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| Monday, April 16, 2007 |
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I remember an episode of the old television show Bewitched where Samantha and her mother Endora go to Paris for lunch and a day of shopping. I didn’t have a broomstick on hand to do that, but I did get tickets for the Thalys. At 1:20h from Brussels to Paris (300kph), it might be the next best thing. Amazing what French engineers can accomplish on a 30 hour work week!
I arrived at Paris Nord station at around 9:45 and first went to get a bite to eat. I was so proud of understanding the amount I was supposed to pay that I didn’t notice until afterwards that €5.80 is a lot for a baguette and coffee. Not to mention the lady used a separate, open till that didn’t print a receipt. As a tourist there’s something about being pretty sure you just got ripped off and knowing there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.
With renewed enthusiasm I picked up a city map from the tourist office and headed out on foot towards the Seine...
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