return of the melted

I am back from the hot and sticky place (why doesn't it just rain already?).

Like most good stories (and bad, for that matter), this one starts at the beginning. We picked up the pregnant one late on Friday evening and headed off for the airport. I shall miss details of the flights because plane travel is tedious enough to do, let alone read about. When we arrived at Townsville we decided to get off the plane separately to make the surprise more dramatic. The old fart and I got of first and were greeted by our (strawberry blonde!!) baby in the arrival lounge. She was thrilled and all huggy and misted up slightly. We did all the greety stuff and procrastinated a bit when she tried to lead us off to the luggage carousel. When I caught sight of her sister coming up the ramp I said "you know how I said we were bring your prezzie with us and it was pink? Well, it's actually yellow and pink and there it is" and I turned her round and pointed to her big sister.

The reaction was all we could have hoped (and then some).

She started to quiver and whimpered a couple of times. Then a sound came out of her that started like a siren winding up and developed into a full-throated scream. She then flung herself at T and wrapped her arms and legs around her. There were a lot (and I mean a very big lot) of tears.

She startled all the other people in the arrival lounge with her noise but they very quickly realised that it was a good time sound, not alarming. Her father and I stood grinning, feeling a pleased as at the way our surprise had been received.

We belatedly headed off to the baggage area with the girls going down the escalator glued together like Siamese twins.

When we got to the bottom, I looked at my two girls merged into one huggy unit. Bliss. Then the conversation between them went something like this...

T - "Pretty good prezzie eh."
R - "Yup"
T - "Can you think of anything that could make it better?".
R - "No way, best present ever".
T - "It wouldn't be better if I was, say, pregnant?"
R - "You're not"
T - "I am"

The whimpering came again. She went to hug. Drew back. Patted her sister's tummy, still whimpering. Then the whole siren squeal/scream started again while she hugged herself and stamped her feet.

It was a pretty auspicious beginning to our holiday.

And on that happy note, I shall depart. My inbox in chockers with update notifications and I haven't worked up the guts to sign into google reader yet! The number is going to be scary.

I leave you with a photo of my two girls snuggled up on the spare mattress where T slept.