Bobo of the Blue Lagoon

Classic "all’s well that ends well story."

Last night, Bobo took, oh, about five hours to be put to sleep. For this reason and that, she just would not go down. And, to make matters worse, she knew she was tired — so she cried and cried and cried. Putting her in the Ergo finally calmed her down enough to feed and fall asleep.

Eleven hours later, you know "noon", the Bachhuber family is waking up for the day. Leah is exhausted because Bobo slept in her arms all night, and I’m two hours late to pick up our rental car. I get that sorted, pick up a scone for Leah, and we’re eventually off for the day’s trip to the Blue Lagoon.

All of the reading Leah did before the trip seemed to imply kids would do just fine in the geothermal pool. I had assumed the waters were 80-90 degrees, and we would have a grand time as a family. As it turns out… the waters were 98-102 degrees, and the official recommendation is no kids under two.

YOVIO (You Only Visit Iceland Once)! It took some serious effort to convince Leah, but I snuck Bobo into the water on my shift. She loved it — and her skin is now as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Oh little town of Reyjavik

Old Reykjavik towards the harbor from the tower of Hallgrimskirkja church. Doing a bit of sightseeing after sleeping in until 10 am. Bobo took the flights over like a champ; for Leah, it was a bit more rough but last night was a good ketchup.

Dong, dong, dong… church bells in the tower strike one. Time to bounce Bobo back to sleep.

Off to Iceland

Leah, Ava and I are off on a grand adventure to Iceland tomorrow for 14 days. Put particular emphasis on adventure, because I’m writing this as Ava is screaming in her Ergo and won’t take a nap. We’re preparing for the worst and hoping for the best.

After we arrive Monday morning, we spend three nights in Reykjavik. Wednesday we plan to take a day trip to the Blue Lagoon. Apparently little bobos are encouraged — a water wing should fit nicely around her belly. From Reykjavik, we’ll take our rented car to Hellnar for three days of hiking. Then, to get to Ísafjörður where we’re spending the second week, we take a ferry that stops for the day on Flatey Island.

I’ll be offline the first week, and working a half week the second. Looking forward to the opportunity to relax, spend time with my family, and reflect.


Breaking my radio silence on this here blog to call out for help: if you know why my alloptions cache ends up as 0 when I restart Memcached, I’d love to hear from you.

Because when alloptions ends up as 0, wp_cache_add() never adds alloptions to the object cache, resulting in hundreds of options queries on every page load.