Hello Perth!

Dad and Mum were never so pleased to get off a plane as they were in Perth. They have begged Grandpa for something to drug me with for the return journey. Apparently, my fascination with my own voice ( a.k.a. 'squaling like a pig being slaughtered', says Mum) is not widely appreciated by others in an enclosed space with me. I found, though, that my winning smile redeemed me somewhat to the other passengers. It even redeemed a nappy blowout that went over Mum's pillow and Dad's only shirt. I cried for about an hour of the total trip from our house to Perth, so that's not too bad for a girl who didn't get much sleep during the two daytimes (we overnighted at the airport hotel in Singapore and I slept well in my travel bed though). In these pics you can see I had some fun tummy time in the bassinette on the plane, and then was 'amazed' to sleep by the wonders of Singapore airport, as seen from my stroller. Dad looks really happy in this photo... there were some times when he was in lament tho -- that travelling life with his family would no longer be 'hand luggage only'. Ha!

After we landed and made our way through the longest customs queue in living memory, Grandpa picked us up and took us back to South Perth, where Grandma and Granddad & Grandma were waiting to give me lovely welcome cuddles. I went to bed at 5.30pm and got up at 7.45am. A lovely long sleep!