Canada, hurrah!

We made it home at around 5 tonight (10 to you Brits). The boys were wonderful on the long flight today and I'm so proud of them. I just got them off to bed now, so I'm sure they are mighty confused as to why they traveled all day and then went to bed at midnight, but it was still light out.

I'm in the process of downloading 897 photos. Yes, that's the actual number, without any exageration. Let's just say it's going to be more than one post to get the chosen ones up here.

I'll leave it at that tonight. I'm struggling to stay up for a few more hours. Chris is off playing soccer, as you do after 12 hours of international travel of some form or another.

Big smooches to all the Welsh rellys. I'm home now, so the blog posts begin anew!

Where do you even begin when you have 897 pictures? Well, here are just a few to start things rolling:


Charley on our beach. If that's all we'd done on vacation, that would have been enough for him.

My other boys, Iestyn and Owain. They are the sweetest boys you can imagine and were Charley's constant playmates.

Charley, Owain, Cerys and Iestyn. (Did I spell everyone's name right?) These kids are so game! You can ask them to make faces, or pose, or do silly tricks for hours and they'll just keep on going.

Daddy and Sam have a snuggle in Hyde Park.

Daddy and Charley have a laugh in Trafalger Square.


A great, great time. I'm fully exhausted at the moment, but I'll be full-force in just a few days and have wonderful memories forever.