The Family O' Blevins

6 days ago we arrived in Geneva. Henry was a trooper on our flight from Seattle to Paris. But once we landed, he could contain himself no longer. Flying with an infant doesn't really have any perks compared to, say, flying first class by yourself. Or better yet, with a masseuse to keep your feet company... and a large bag of food lovingly prepared by a master chef. But I digress. Pre-boarding and bulkhead seating are my touting point with infant flying. Often when you carry a baby on board, there's a chorus of mutters and groans, and when you're reminded how fun-sized the seats are, you join in. But compared with toddler flying, babies are a breeze.


Henry in his new sunhat a la nana

Including our airport waiting, Seattle/Paris/Geneva flights lasted about 19 hours... not bad for a romp 1/2 way around the world. Yet when we arrived, I still felt like a stray dog. We were tired, smelly and starving. After a long shower and a heaping plate of Bolognese, I felt comfortable again.

Since our Swiss arrival, we've moved in to our temporary home, a nice hotel just a few blocks away from the UN. Henry and I spend our days on wandering walks and in the hotel room while he naps.



Ethan's hard at work in his classes and is really enjoying the change in scenery, although the pace is on par with other semesters.



Last night we were all invited to attend the reception dinner and I was able to meet a lot of Ethan's classmates, who ogled over Henry. He made fast friends. We got home late and after a bath, Hank was asleep by 11:30. He had such a good time, when he got home he was acting like a total goof.



But today he's been a big crab- this is about as close as anyone would want to get to him.