Its been 8 weeks since my last entry, and they've been pretty busy weeks. It seemed like we were just back from Sydney and it was time to fly to Melbourne for Alex and Suparna's wedding.
To make things interesting we drove up to stay the night at my Mum and Dad's at Turners Beach, then down the next morning to fly in and out of Launceston. Marcus covered most of Mum and Dad's large loungeroom on his belly.
We enjoyed the wedding very much, it was in the conservatory in the Treasury Gardens - very tropical and floral, Alex was dressed like Imran Khan complete with curly slippers. It was good to introduce Marcus to Alex and to John McG, old Tasmanians-in-Melbourne mates from when I was also a T-i-M.
We hired a car and dashed about all over town with Marcus in the back in a childseat. It was so nice to have control of the situation after the Sydney taxi debacles. We caught up with lots of folks - John S & Kristy met Marcus for the first time, and so did Di in Doncaster. The hotel we booked in had tiny, tiny rooms, we could hardly open up the portacot and the walls were paper thin. We received a lot of knowing looks at breakfast from people who were obviously thinking "so YOU'RE the people with the baby". So we moved to another hotel with a bit more space and privacy.
It was a very demanding routine for Marcus, but he rose to the occasion, and he rose even higher in our esteem too. It seems that when things are a bit wild and crazy he's at is best. He had big smiles for every stranger and every relative he was presented to - usually about 2 minutes after waking up from sleeping in the car on the way across town. We think he's a bit of alright.