The three of us had a rare day alone, with no rain. We spent it visiting two castles, an old country church yard filled with snow drops, and a classic red telephone box.

We brought a ball and Callum laughed and squealed with delight as we ran with him and kicked the ball against the castle wall. And then he kicked it on his own, which thrilled his dad to no end.

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Dad, are our feet the same size yet?

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Feb

A Day at the Beach

2014

The British, and especially the Roughleys, run outside to play the moment the rain subsides and the sun comes out in the wintertime. We headed to Tenby to soak in the good weather, especially as one thing Kay really wanted to do was take Callum to the beach.

The day was gorgeous, the sun warm, the sand created an endless playground. All Callum needed was a stick, a stone, and Grandma to show him how to draw and play in the sand.

The day was my favourite of the trip so far.

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Jan

4 am Play

2014

Changing time zones is a confusing thing to a little body. By the time we arrived at Gareth’s parent’s house Callum had no idea what was going on anymore, what time it was, what he should be doing.

And so, at 4 am, a very awake boy woke me to play.

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Jan

To the UK

2014

Callum is nearly a year, and that means we were overdue to introduce him to the Motherland.

Flights from Edmonton to London have been suspended for the winter, so we had to fly from Calgary. It was either take a bus or catch a flight to even start our trip, and after flying to Mexico we knew we we needed the easiest method. Easiest means being held for the least amount of time for Callum, so we chose the flight.

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The only available flight meant layover in Calgary, 8 hours to be exact, but roaming an airport sounded better than being trapped on a bus.

So we roamed and we played and Callum napped in his stroller.

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We were doing quite well¬† until our flight to Gatwick was delayed by an hour. It was past bedtime by this point and the stroller had been gate-checked, so we strapped him into the carrier and walked…and walked…and walked. We walked so long I got blisters. But he was content so that was all that mattered.

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Takeoff was hairy. An overtired, overheated baby is never fun. We stripped him down, held him tight, and luckily once he passed out, he slept for 80% of the flight. Having a seat for him did the trick.

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We landed in Gatwick, picked up our luggage and we were off. A late flight meant we had to make up time to catch our train to Wales. From Gatwick by train to Victoria station, from Victoria to Paddington station on the London underground. A dash to switch from the tube to the train and we just made it onto our train to Cardiff. 2 hours later we pulled in. Grandad was awaiting his little man. Another hour and a hlaf drive and we arrived at the Roughley Headquarters.

27 hours later, door to door, we had made it.

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Jan

Bedtime Stories

2014

The days can be hurried and frantic, and sometimes I can get frazzled. Sometimes there are tears, and sometimes we laugh so hard our bellies hurt.

Sometimes Callum doesn’t have the chance to play at home because we’re out and about and busy.

But this moment…this last moment before we say goodnight…this moment I love.

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