Welcome.

What better welcome back to Switzerland than another look inside, another confirmation that all is going well? (Well, what better welcome besides the one received from the tall handsome Swiss waiting in the arrivals zone with the assessment that I'm no "fatter" than I was three and a bit weeks ago, recent excessive consumption of very-early-release Cadbury Mini-Eggs be damned.)

Baby's the weight of four fondues now, more than double that it was last month, putting satisfactory end to my mostly but not totally suppressed fears that the day-behind measurement after a string of week(s)-ahead ones was the start of an alarming downward trend. I myself am up too many fondues to imagine: two and a half kilograms total. Perhaps those Mini-Eggs did have a little effect, after all.

This appointment's pictorial offering: a jumble of hands, arms, feet, and legs (peek at them all here). So that's what's been pummeling me – finally, and quite welcomely – these last couple of weeks.

We – or, rather, I, given the color, flowery adornments, and "mama" label – also received another take-home present, a big pink suitcase-style box stuffed with all kinds of goodies meant to fuel my consumeristic loyalties. I doubt that, but it's sure fun to play.