In February Adelaide, my mom and I boarded a plane for New Zealand. And then we boarded two more. Twenty four hours, a trip across the International Dateline and into the Southern Hemisphere, and viola! We were there.
The longest of our 3 flights (13 hours between LA and Auckland) was surprisingly easy. It left about midnight our time, and by that time Adelaide was exhausted. She fell asleep soon after we took off and woke up a good 9 hours later.
We were in NZ the entire month, strategically planning to spend the coldest month here during the warmest month there.
And hot damn, it worked. Do you know how much snow the East Coast got?? I was not sad to miss that.
Jon was able to join us for the last two weeks of the trip, and we were just a tiny bit glad to see him.
My sister now has two daughters, Siena who (at the time) was 2.5 years and Savannah who was 4 months. Adelaide was straight up smitten by her cousins. She idolized Siena and adored Savannah. Savannah was the first baby Adelaide’s ever really been around, and she couldn’t get enough.
She wanted to “hold” Savannah, give her kisses, hug her (um, crush her), touch her toes, help put on her shoes, give her toys. She loved the baby. She couldn’t say Savannah, so she would scream “BABY” in her face.
Even now, months later, when Adelaide is upset and nothing will calm her, I’ll ask her if she wants to see a video of Siena and Savannah, and instantly she’s agreeable. I just love how she loves them.
Is that a mom who has everything under control, or what? I was so impressed with how Merridith seemed to seamlessly transition from one kid to two. I know it didn’t happen quite like that, but she made it look easy.
She had a fun play date or story time or adventure planned for us every day.
And got us back in time for nap.
On the one day we were cutting it close and Adelaide was falling asleep in the car, Merridith managed to keep her awake until we got home. Even I had given up on nap that day, so I was certainly thankful for my supermom sister saving the day.