So, last night Aidan actually went to sleep at a normal time. He didn’t nap in the afternoon and had a good supper and a bath. Anthony fed him a bottle at 8:30 and he almost went to sleep for Daddy but he still needed a bit of Mommy time to complete the transition from awake to asleep. He did his I must awake and cry at the 45 min. to 1 hour mark and Anthony was able to sooth him without removing him form the crib and getting me to nurse him.

Then came the miracle . . .

Aidan did not wake up again until 5:18 am. He slept from 9:00 pm till 5:18 am. That is a whole 7 hours. As I was asleep by 10:30 pm it means that I actually had almost 6 hours without iunteruption. It was bliss. I hope we can repeat it tonight. Wish me luck.

Aidan also seems to finally be back to Vancouver time. I think that the walks have really helped and today we went to music class. He had time to play with other babies, crawl around a safe environment and gum bells and shakers. What else could a baby boy ask for?

The music class was lots of fun and again it seems to be populated with only baby boys. A group of us had coffee (well tea in my case) and were talking about it afterwards. It seemed a little shocking to us that in the group only boys were present. That led to an interesting conversation about ultrasounds and pregnancy and so on.

After tea Aidan and I walked back home. He is so much better behaved when he gets outside in the stroller. It makes Mommy feel better too.

OK, the last bag is here. Sans routing tag, ID tag, and lock. Everything seems to be in it, but we still haven’t found the small digital camera. Hmmmm.

Two bags have been “located” and delivered.

That leaves one that’s still “missing”.

Containing various Christmas gifts, underwear (including all of Gwen’s nursing bras), sleepers for the boy, a digital camera, 6 or more VeggieTales DVDs, rechargers for: cell phone, video camera, PDA, NiMH batteries, and many other inconvenient-to-lose items.

Grumble, grumble.

OK, so we’re back. Most of our luggage isn’t. In fact, of the four things we checked, 3 didn’t make it. What came? The car seat. Of course, they lost that on the trip East.

Maybe I should cut Air Canada some slack, since our flight out of Halifax was delayed almost 4 hours. That meant that we were booked on no fewer than 3 different flights from Toronto to Vancouver. Who would have expected a modern airline to route baggage along such a complicated path?

And the flight from Toronto to Vancouver (on which we had centre-aisle seats instead of our original side aisle two-seats-to-ourselves assignment) was extended almost an hour in the air due to head winds. We arrived home at 8:30pm. Make it 12:30pm 12:30 AM Atlantic time. We got up at 6am to get ready to leave.

I ask you … how cranky do you think the 9-m0nth-old was?

Really? Nope.

Even crankier.

But, we’re home. The luggage is supposed to arrive later today. Someone called at quarter to seven this morning. You’d think we should have been up, but we weren’t. Or, more accurately, we were abed again.

I’ll get Gwen to post stuff about the trip.

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