We were whisked through Kingsford Smith immigration and customs pretty quickly — probably in part because I forgot to declare the tube of “Fat of Pythons” (no joke) that I’d picked up in the Mekong Delta — thank god they didn’t open the bags…
First stop was at B&G’s place – S’s parents — where, in all selfishness we went straight to sleep! This pregnancy stuff is hard work — even for Daddy!
After dragging ourselves out of bed, we headed around to E&K’s house for lunch and our first glimpse of baby R, little brother to super-smart M (who I’ve seemed to manage to teach to say “Oh My God!” quite well)
R is a beautie of a little bub — S spent a lot of time feeding him a bottle and at the end of the session we got to burp him — he’s a great burper — not unlike Barney in the Simpsons — even his lips quiver in the same way.
After the feeding and burping session we continued on to my folks place where we finally threw the feet up — standing out on the back balcony in the brisk (ie., bloody freezing) evening air, Saigon and Jakarta seem so so very far away.