We’ve been in Hong Kong for four days now and while it has been fun, it doesn’t quite feel like a vacation for your mother and me. In fact, if anything, it feels like work; enjoyable work, but work nonetheless.
We were, of course, nervous as hell about the flight. The whole boarding process was great because everyone loves babies when they’re calm and collected. We finally got to experience the whole “we get to board first and turn around to look at all the suckers who have to wait” treatment. You didn’t quite like to sleep in the car seat and ended up sleeping on your mother’s lap which was possible because the flight was half empty and we had six seats between the three of us. Not sure how we will manage when it’s just 3 of us in 3 seats. There was some intermittent crying but nothing extended. Your mom gave you an A- while I gave a B-. I guess I take after your grandmother.
Since we’ve been here, your mother and I are downing more coffees than ever. With jet lag, your sleep schedule resembles your early days when you didn’t have any sense of night or day so no one can blame you for bolting upright in bed at two in the morning repeating “nom nom nom nom nom” thinking it’s dinner time.
Getting around HK with a baby in a stroller is also something completely foreign to me and also a huge pain in the ass. Restaurants that can handle a stroller and has high chairs are definitely in the minority. We also gotta find elevators, then wait for them, then make sure we get off at the right level, and this literally doubles our travel time since everything is still done at adult speed because you’re in the pram.
However, I will say the two things HK has going for it in regards to babies are that the mall bathrooms are always meticulously clean, which is nice for when you need to go potty, and there are plenty of escalators for you to go up and down on. Aside from button mashing, that might be one of your favorite past times here.