I'm just home from a surprise trip to Hobart. Mum, Dad and I spent two nights there while Oskar had a holiday at Nan's house. I got to go on a plane, which was a bit of an adventure. We squeezed into some seats and I was happy playing around until Dad made me sit on his lap and put a belt around me. Then I don't know what happened, because I, and all the other babies on the flight, started crying at the same time. My head felt really weird and my ears hurt, although they did feel better whenever I drank some water. Then I was okay for a little while before the pain came back again. That lasted about fifteen minutes, then I was fine and happily enjoyed sitting on Daddy and munching on bickies. After a while all us babies started crying again and kept it up until we landed. I was very happy to get off the plane.

We found a nice cafe where we had lunch before settling into our hotel room. I loved being there with Mum and Dad and gave them lots of big kisses whenever they asked. I smiled and chatted and happily pottered around exploring the room. I spent a long time playing with my favourite toys: Mum's purse, Mum's diary, Mum's sunglasses and my nappy wallet. (I love to pull everything I can find out of all the hidey places and spread the bits as far over the room as possible. It's great fun!)

My only complaint was that Mum and Dad were a bit slow getting my dinner. The first night I got so hungry I picked up and shook my tupperware container to try to open it. That didn't work, so I searched around and found a little plastic container that had had vegemite in it and tried to lick the remains out. That wasn't very satisfactory either so I sat down and did the double-arm waggle of annoyance with an angry shriek, which finally got their attention. I then really enjoyed my baked beans and pasta.

I got to sleep in a cosy portacot, which I was pretty happy in. Dad tucked it in the corner of the room and moved the couch against it to give me some privacy. I happily went to sleep at night to the whispered mumblings of Mum and Dad from the other side of the room. During the day I napped in the stroller or the car when I felt tired and was able to motor along pretty well with short naps.

I was very happy to see Oskar when we got home. I gave him a big kiss and he gave me lots of cuddles. That was before he bumped me over a few times, squeezed my hand till it hurt and yelled, 'Aaaaaaaargh!' in my face. But I guess I got to go away with Mum and Dad and he didn't, so he's a bit mad. That's okay - I still love him.