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We all took a rather long jaunt yesterday, walking the public footpath through Grantchester Meadows down to The Orchard. Azure and I used to cycle here on an almost-weekly basis; we’re quickly learning that we can’t manage the same sort of speed or spontaneity with baby in tow — the logistics of diaper mats, baby slings, and tiny-little-hats-in-case-the-wind-blows is still a new world for us.
I can report that Emelyn and I both survived our first loud-crying-in-public event; yesterday it was finally my turn to be the sheepishly-smiling dad standing outside the restaurant with wailing baby in hand. Suffice to say I executed a hot-potato handoff the moment Azure returned from the restroom, Emelyn got her own lunch about 60 seconds later, and things quieted down quickly.
Anyhow. Emelyn is great, and Azure and I… incredibly tired. But we wouldn’t want it any other way.
