Last week we made a quick trip to Melbourne and stayed with my sweet sister and her boyfriend and their delicious baby Connor. Theo had an excellent first flight and slept from start to finish (although, it was only an hour flight).
I think that next time we should approach Melbourne with more of a plan because we always seem to just go to the CBD and get overwhelmed by the pushy crowds (carrying a baby does not seem to stop people from literally shoving you to get onto a train!), people smoking everywhere (in Tasmania where you can smoke is much more restricted) and never really find anything very interesting to do. I do really like Melbourne but I'd like to love it. If you're from Melbourne or have visited you should definitely share with me your best Melbourne spots :)
We did visit the Sticky Institute and picked up some zines, caught a bunch of trains and trams, I bought some pretty dresses, we ate some delicious food, went to the consumerist mecca that is Chadstone (Tasmania doesn't really have big indoor malls), met up with my Grandma and my friend Sophie, generally wandered about the city and spent a good portion of time hanging out with my sister and playing with her cute baby. My sister also introduced us to Adventure Time which is now my favourite thing ever.
It was really sweet to see Connor and Theo together. We gave them a bath together and they would wriggle about on a blanket on the floor in front of the heater. Connor is two months older but they're about the same height (my son is a giant). Connor is so lovely and smiley and doesn't cry often, so I am hoping that is some of what we have to look forward to in the next few months (and he sleeps 11 hours straight at night!). I hope they'll get to see each other at least once a year as they grow up, as they're so close in age.
Back in November when we travelled to Melbourne (and I was only 14 weeks pregnant) we stopped at the Flinders Street train station photo booth and got a photo strip of the two of us. We thought it would be fun to turn into a family tradition each year.