Summer has arrived in Seattle, and I'm very grateful that I'm not still pregnant in this weather! Ewan is a little thermonuclear generator on his own, and it was rather uncomfortable last night trying to rock a hot little baby to sleep against my chest. I tried dressing him in a lighter onesie, but abandoned that idea after he kept waking up every half hour and complaining rather loudly - once he was back in his long-sleeve footed onesie, he slept through the rest of the night without a murmur. One day I'll learn  ...

Mum and Dad are home again safely, and sent us an email reminding us of the cold weather we'll be enduring this time next year. We're completely (de-acclimatised? un-acclimatised? mal-adjusted?) not looking forward to returning from a Seattle winter to our first Australian summer in four years ... we feel so wimpy by wilting in the relatively mild summers here!

But at least  the houses at home have airconditioning - we are completely reliant on electric fans here, which are next to useless once the house gets up to temperature - it stays hot for days, and is worse upstairs where the bedrooms are. The trees in the backyard make a big difference - Ii hate to think how bad it would be without the afternoon shade they provide!

Andy's away tonight for work, so this will be my first night alone with the two kids. As long as I can keep them out of sync, so they don't both need feeding at the same time, I might just make it .