In December I got an email that read “half off flights to Fiji,” I clicked through the links assuming the dates wouldn’t line up with our vacation, but they did. So we booked, because why not? We didn’t have plans for our April trip and flights that cheap don’t come around all that often. None of us have been to Oceana, so there was also the appeal of checking off our sixth continent. It would be Wren’s first time south of the equator, and first time crossing the international date line. We had some mild concerns about taking a 17 month old on that long of a flight in our laps (10-11 hours depending on the jet-stream), but they were red-eyes so hopefully everyone would just sleep. And then after booking I promptly forgot about the trip until about two weeks before when we finalized our plans.

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Time has been on warp speed the last eight months. EIGHT months since I’ve thought of this blog, or recording our lives for the future. Since Colombia Wren turned one, started walking and talking. She has so much more personality now, and preferences (and opinions). She’s been changing so much. At 14 months we took her to Mexico, only 4 months later, but travel was completely different. This was the first trip where she actively participated, instead of just being brought around to whatever we were doing. Continue reading