This was our first trip to Whistler with a baby in tow. It was an awesome getaway and yet completely different from our past trips. For example, this time round, we traded in ziplining for playground time, traded in late night pubs for late night in room drinks/movies, and swapped up downhill biking for hiking. We were able to catch a free Spirit of the West concert in Olympic Park, which was an unexpected surprise (they used to be huge in my university days). They put on a great show. It was such an amazing setting to hear them play with the gorgeous mountains serving as a beautiful backdrop. It really felt like a full circle moment to share a band I enjoyed when I was young with my little girl.
Travelling with a baby takes getting used to because you are challenged by planning your day around their schedule and trying to adapt them to a new environment. The hotel provided a crib, but it was this white cast iron number that looked like something out of a hospital. It was funny, she had a little plastic cup that she was running along the bars like a prisoner in a jail cell. Needless to say, she refused to sleep in it and wound up between us. We would trade off time with one another if we wanted to check out shops/workout and sometimes had to eat in shifts. Life becomes a bit of a balancing act. But it is important to us that we continue to travel. This was our sixth getaway as a family and it gets noticeably smoother (although I still haven't found a way to streamline her luggage situation, sweet mother these babies don't travel light!). We shared one bag to her four (clothes/toys/food/diapers). Taking her swimming and watching her giggle and splash about was definitely the highlight for me. As she evolves, so do we.
