Liverpool!

Three weeks ago (already?!) we flew to Liverpool to hang with the British contingent. Jake got to meet one of his great-grandmothers for the first time, and he also happens to be her first great-grandchild.


First, the flight. We weren't too worried about it because Jake is a good sport and is more likely to be curious about new things than to get upset, but he exceeded our expectations. Not a single complaint had he. (Colin behaved, too.)

At the end of the flight we got to take a photo with the pilot (I called him the Captain and addressed him in the third person, "Could we please take a photo with the Captain?" which he seemed to like very much.)



When we got to Grandma's house, it was full of Blundells, all of whom were quite excited to greet their newest addition.



After a while, Jake got a bit overwhelmed by all the attention and needed a breather, so we took a stroll along the waterfront. Here are a few family shots and landscape shots of our promenade.







By the second day of our trip, Jake had settled into visiting at Grandma's house and had a grand old time.












There was also the family reunion dinner, of course, where over twenty of us filled our bellies with roast beef and yorkshire pudding, and the occasional late-coming salmon. (The evening before was a smaller, fish and chips affair.)







Soon enough it was time to return to Paris so we got back on the plane at John Lennon Airport and journeyed back to Charles de Gaulle.


All in all, Jake was perfectly satisfied with his first international jaunt.