We made it to England for Fergie’s friend’s wedding!
We were originally scheduled to fly out Wednesday morning and had pretty much given up hope that the visa would come through. What do you know, of course after I pick up 3 pounds of bananas and 2 pounds of strawberries at Costco, I get a call from Fergie at 2:30 on Wednesday afternoon saying we can go.
I called Virgin to change the flight and started frantically packing as we had a 7:40am flight the next morning.
As I feared, Gemma was a bit of a nightmare on the flight, but that’s another post.
No fridge in the room, so it’s bottle service for Gemma. I’m not particularly good about just rolling with it, so it’s a bit of a struggle trying to adapt while we’re on vacation. I need to tell myself that while she usually drinks organic whole milk, and here she’s been having 2%, she’ll be FINE.
One bonus of jet lag was that we were able to keep her out later than usual. She spent the day with Fergie’s parents and then we brought her to the wedding in her pjs after dinner. She pretty much owned the dance floor. That baby has some moves!