Another weekend

Emelyn drools a lot, now. It happened fast: I don’t recall her drooling anything at all, and then a couple weeks ago - bang- her hands and mouth became permanently slobbery. More often than not, her clothes are damp when we change her, and she’s quite the bubble-blower at times.

None of this seems to have diminished her adorability quotient, however. (At least in my opinion.) I think this is partly due to her discovering a new series of very cute noises made by putting her hands/toy/bear in her mouth and trying to talk. (Bear, incidentally, really needs a good washing-up, soon.)

Anyhow, I’m not sure what odd germs Bear carries at this point, but Emelyn was immunized against another set of nasties last Friday. Since I worked from home, I had the honor of holding her when the nurse gave her the jabs, which was absolutely no fun for either of us. I’m still impressed, though, with how little Emmie cried - she calmed down within a minute, though she whimpered on a bit longer. Tough girl.

As for excursions, on Saturday, we took Oma on our regular family walk to Grantchester. It’s gotten too cold for The Orchard, now, so the four of us hung out at the Rupert Brooke pub instead. They’ve just finished a remodel, there, and the pub now features a smoke-free family area, an immaculately-clean changing table, free WiFi, and excellent cod & chips. Hard to argue with any of that.

Sunday was a more typically British day, in the sense that we didn’t do much on account of rain. We took Emelyn out in the Bjørn for lunch, with mittens and hat on. Her little nose still got red, though.

And I guess that’s it. Happy Monday…