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I think that for both Az and I one of the weirder adjustments of late has been our return to the whole workweek/weekend lifestyle. There’s not much to say on the matter, except that 48 hours sure fly by after a long week.
So it’s Monday morning, again. Our colds are finally leaving us, though at different speeds. Emelyn is 99.9% fine now (just snoring louder than usual, is all), I’m right behind her, and Azure and Arps are both well enough to be coming into London later today.
In fact, we were all in fine shape this entire weekend — we looped to Grantchester and back from our house on Saturday; it’s a long walk. During the week, I’ve increasingly come to view my commute as a waste of time, but come the week-end, the notion of bunkering down with baby in a crowded metropolis seems equally absurd. Our weather in the Orchard was absolutely fantastic, the air clean and crisp, and I’ve never seen the place so crowded. The four of us spent a long time in the deck chairs there, and it was getting dark by the time we neared home.
(Incidentally, Emelyn is finally starting to enjoy her pram, which is making all this movement possible. I have no idea what she thinks about in there, but a good portion of the time she’s staring at us and smiling, which is hard to argue with.)
Our Sunday started with brunch at the bistro around the corner, a stroll in the city centre (including a diaper change at Magdalene, under the arches of the Pepys library, no less), and ended with pints in the garden behind the Cambridge Blue. I don’t know how much longer the weather will let us do these kinds of things, but for now, it’s fantastic.
The plan today is for Azure and Arps (and Emmie, too) to come into London, so they can visit with a friend of Arpi’s studying here. Hopefully we’ll find a baby-friendly spot to all have dinner, and then ride the train home together. (A first.) London with a baby is a logistical challenge, one that Azure and I were debating pretty late last night. After several brave attempts, our friends Matt and Sabine told us that prams and the Tube simply don’t mix (which I can well believe), but the idea of Baby-Bjorn-ing Emelyn for an entire day doesn’t seem so ideal, either. It’ll work itself out.
Should be a busy week, in all. Looking forwards, Az, Arpi, and Emmie are seeing Pride and Prejudice on Wednesday AM. Our local ‘arts cinema’ has this weekly “Big Scream” showing (brought to you by Huggies) specially for the baby-toting demographic; I’ve never been but Az went two weeks ago and told me all about it: First off, they have a special pram-storage area setup in the lobby, like valet parking. Then there’s a Huggies changing table set up in the back of the cinema, and the room lighting is kept on, but really low. The babies, they can scream all they want. And they do.
