Saturday May 27th – The British are coming!

Well, not posted for a while now and with good reason. We’ve just had a wonderful but exhausting week here in sunny Atlanta. Mum and Dad came across the pond to see their little grandson last Saturday and I hope they’ve spent a lovely week oogling and cuddling him.

This afternoon we had to part and say goodbye again. It was very hard, but I’m glad we have plans to see them again in August. After they left we got back to the house and the Allens had a family nap and passed out together for over three hours. We were shattered. (Although now I guess Sam slept too much today as he’s currently bawling up a storm and being very needy.)

I was so very excited when we went to the airport last week to meet Mum and Dad. Sam got dressed up so that he was all clean, sweet smelling and looked adorable. (That doesn’t take too much effort though. *wink*) I even spruced myself up too by managing a trip to the hair salon in the morning and I’d made a run to the store to buy a nice lightweight infant stroller to push Sam along in as the Quinny isn’t really suitable to use until he can sit up on his own.

The crowds at Arrivals were quite heavy, it was very hard to peer through the people to see who was coming up the escalators. I stayed there on tippy toes scanning for the folks while Bill hung back around the corner with Sam in a quieter area as we were very aware that being so young he is susceptible to germs and I’m sure an airport is a bit of a hazard considering the volume of people traveling from all over the world.

It always seems to take forever before my parents appear once the flight lands. We play spot the Englishman and try to guage which aeroplane load of folks have come across from Blighty as the train dumps its load into Arrivals. This time it wasn’t too long before I spotted Dad’s familiar face emerge from the depths of the airport and then, there with him was Mum. Yay! I jumped up and down, and Dad pretended not to see me as I didn’t have the hair, or grandson he was expecting.

I whisked them around the corner to where Bill was waiting and wanted to cry as Nanna and Grandad were introduced to the sprog. I think they liked him.


Sam is introduced to his Nanna Downes.

After a greedy feeding in the car park I drove Sam and Mum up to the apartment in Marietta while Bill went with Dad in the hire car. Although we’d split up somehow we managed to rejoin each other on the interstate as en route I spotted Dad in the rear view mirror and he tailed me most of the way up the I-75. I was quite impressed that without knowing what his hire car looked like that I was obviously paying good enough attention to pick out his face from behind the steering wheel. I mean, you can’t miss Perdie on the road, but a big white American car is a little tougher to pick out, especially when you don’t know it’s white and being driven by papa.


Dad gets to hold Sam for the first time

We didn’t stay too long in Marietta the first night, leaving Mum and Dad to recover from their jet lag in peace. Mum got some good Sam loving in though and it was only when we left that we realised that Dad had been very polite and not grabbed hold of the boy himself. The next day when they came to our house we rectified that and Dad was given bath time Sam to cuddle.

8 Responses to Saturday May 27th – The British are coming!

  1. daveyboi June 5, 2006 at 5:46 am #

    Sam looks like superman in the bottom pic when he’s taken outta his little spaceship

  2. daveyboi June 5, 2006 at 5:46 am #

    Sam looks like superman in the bottom pic when he’s taken outta his little spaceship

  3. downesunder June 6, 2006 at 5:16 am #

    Socks and Sandals

    It’s easy to spot the British tourist 🙂

  4. kaypow June 6, 2006 at 5:26 am #

    Re: Socks and Sandals

    nah, the British tourists were the ones who stepped off the aeroplane wearing far too many items of clothes for Hotlanta. Sandals would have been far too sensible, even with socks on.

  5. kaypow June 6, 2006 at 5:29 am #

    Awwww. I see it now too!

    Unfortunately I know that the insignia on his head is a cute duck and not very super hero like at all.

  6. downesunder June 6, 2006 at 5:16 am #

    Socks and Sandals

    It’s easy to spot the British tourist 🙂

  7. admin June 6, 2006 at 5:26 am #

    Re: Socks and Sandals

    nah, the British tourists were the ones who stepped off the aeroplane wearing far too many items of clothes for Hotlanta. Sandals would have been far too sensible, even with socks on.

  8. admin June 6, 2006 at 5:29 am #

    Awwww. I see it now too!

    Unfortunately I know that the insignia on his head is a cute duck and not very super hero like at all.

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