Oliver as World Traveller

I've never met a baby that HATES going in the car as much as Oliver. As you can imagine, this left me more than a little nervous about our massive trip to the U.S. But, holy cow, was he ever a great traveller every leg of the journey. Too bad I didn't have a hand free to take a picture of him along the way. But here's a shot of his passport (note the resemblance to Kim Jong Il yet again!)

And despite having the airline lose our stroller and us nearly missing a plane, we clumsily made our way from Perth to Pasco thanks to a lot of kindness from strangers who generously offered to hold Oliver or help with bags all along the way. (And thanks too to Monica who happily agreed to meet us at LAX so we could spend a long layover catching up over a Starbucks!)

I'm so happy that both of our boys seem to have inherited Paul and my travelling genes because we have big travel plans for these boys as they get older!