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It's a beautiful day here in Los Altos Hills, California, where my parents live. It's been unseasonably warm this week, ever since we hit the ground on Thursday, and we've been enjoying the warm weather to the fullest. Amita June is storing up vitamin D (a precious commodity in the Canadian north) for use during the rest of the autumn and winter.

We had an early flight into San Francisco from Montreal on Thursday. There's only one direct flight from Trudeau airport to SFO on Air Canada per day, and it takes off at 8:30AM. Maj is pretty convinced that we need to take direct flights with no stops while we have the baby; I'm mixed on the issue. I think a break every 2-3 hours makes it easier on all of us -- everybody gets some exercise and a little change of scenery. But Maj wisely points out that the takeoff and landing is the hardest part of flying with a little one, so direct flights minimize those. I dunno.

Anyways, the 6 hour flight was uneventful, except for people coming up to us to comment on how good our baby is. The movie was "Click", which as I've mentioned before is the worst movie of 2006 bar none. It was pretty disappointing to see it come on -- I like watching movies on the plane.

It was bright and sunny at SFO when we landed, and my mom met us at the baggage claim. We had a bit of a struggle getting out to the short-term parking -- for some reason the elevator queue at SFO is out of control; probably all the people loading and unloading luggage from the elevator. In any event, they now have elevator attendants and structured lines to make sure things go in an orderly, if slow, fashion.

Back at the house, we had a late lunch of tuna salad and then Maj, Amita June and I did a big group nap. My mom had set up a toddler bed for AJ, and she's been sleeping in it since we got her. I think she's just turning the corner where having a little more space in the bed for herself is more important than nursing all night. Which I think is better for all three of us.

Thursday night my dad came home from work in Morgan Hill and we had take-out burritos with my parents, my sister-in-law Pam and Amita's two cousins Elena (3) and Tessa (10 months). The three girls got along like gang-busters; Elena seems to like being the older sister showing the younger girls what to do.