Emma's first trip to Victoria (Anna)

In a parallel universe, we had a terrific weekend. We took Emma to Victoria for the first time. We enjoyed a sunset on the ferry. We wondered through the stalls in the inner harbour. We had a nap on the grass in the park near the ocean; enjoyed a lemon gelato. We went for a lovely drive to Shirley and introduced Emma to Jay and his horses. Had coffee with Anna I and Jason, and tea with Wendy. Browsed the shelves of Munro's. Had sushi with Kim and her friends. We might have seen Emma's Opa/Grandpa (Caroline's Dad) as well, if he had been in town. We soaked in the sun. Had fish and chips down by the harbour. We came home relaxed and happy after a lovely holiday.

Unfortunately, the only thing that ACTUALLY happened was that we went to Victoria. Caroline ended up with terrible abdominal pain and vomiting. We stayed holed up in a cheap hotel for a day and a half while she could barely move, and then came home early, having cancelled almost all our plans with everyone. We don't know if it was food poisoning, flu or some kind of complication from the Casaerean. She's still feeling pretty fragile, but glad to be home.

And we lost our new camera. Left it on the ferry on the way there while distracted by a screaming baby (ours). We both moped about having lost some photos of Emma and the fact that there wouldn't be any new ones for a while. We both pretended that both of these facts didn't really matter, and that we could always save up for a new camera. But - the saving grace of a shitty weekend - some kind, wonderful, beautiful soul handed our camera into lost and found, and we got it back on the return trip. We now have new rules in our relationship about carrying a screaming baby and a camera at the same time.

For all of you who received garbled messages over the past two days cancelling our plans, profuse apologies. We will try to repeat the trip at some point in the near future.