The baby rice was better. I could drive without freaking out. My family was there. Philip had 16 cousins to play with, instead of his 1 cousin here. Baby clothes were way cheaper and way cuter. Diapers were cheaper. The beach was nice and sunny. The radio was better in the car. We had air conditioning. Our bedroom we stayed in was bigger than the entire 1st floor of our current, tiny, English home. I could buy things at 11pm when I needed to. The Chinese food was better. Philip had space for a baby swing, which he loved. Our house here is literally too small for a bloody baby swing. Philip got to spend time with his cousin who is only 2 weeks older than he is. Margaritas, Cheese Sticks, and Buffalo Wings. I didn't have to travel 40 minutes to my nearest shopping center. Sesame Street instead of Fimbles. Big Babys R Us, not the small kind here. Target. Ah the list could go on and on, but the baby squawks in the distance and I must attend...