Last night was rough. Our darling Dash screamed for three hours.  It is no surprise we have a tenacious son and I have to admire his resolve but  it has made me anxious about our 28 hour flight to Aruba.  We had two doors between his high-pitched screech and we could still hear him.  This phase of waking at night and going at it hammer and tongs will hopefully have passed by the time we set sail.  Lord help us if it hasn’t.

This could prove to be the most challenging thing about our voyage. But then if he is going to scream we might as well be in the middle of the ocean and not annoying the neighbours.