Another routine

Yesterday it snowed on me as I cycled to the train station, and the fields I pass in the train were all covered in white. Didn’t last, of course. Looking out the windows today, it’s almost hard to tell it’s winter, save for the smoke rising from passing chimneys.

Here is what our mornings are like.

Emelyn starts her day with a DVD (not really - she always spends a half-hour in our bed, first, getting fed and changed and pawing at our faces). But most days, while I’m running in circles trying to get ready, Azure spins a few minutes of Baby Bach while she quickly prepares breakfast for Emmie and herself.

It’s too sweet a scene to leave: Emelyn’s in her pajamas, still, wearing her tiny fleece vest and sitting upright on the living room floor. The boppy pillow is behind her. There’s a toy in her hand, of course - lately it’s been the birdie from her ‘Are You My Mother?’ book. And, yeah, she’s watching TV with absolutely huge eyes. Today when I left, the screen was showing a closeup of a lava lamp, with some sonata playing in the background. She loves it.

I never get out the door without saying ‘bye’. Emmie shoots me this “Where do you think you’re going?” look. So I wave, and she grins back. Azure walks out from the kitchen stirring baby’s breakfast.

And then I’m on my bike, going to the train station.