In these slightly off-kilter days of sleep-deprivation, wonderment at the growth of the four-week-old Milo, and puzzling through the various keys of his gurgling to understand which is diaper, cold, hot, food, cuddle, Mama and Papa are lucky if they find themselves both showered by dinner time. Previously routine tasks are rendered almost insurmountable, and even answering the phone often takes advance planning. So, if each of us manages one small thing, outside of routine baby maintenance, we can chalk the day up as hugely victorious. Today, we got lucky.
First, Fumiyo and Himari stopped by to inspect Mr. Milo on their way to swimming. Despite Mama and Papa's assertions that the wee one loves to float in the bath tub and can even accomplish a distinguished frog kick, they left him behind as they headed off to Chelsea Piers. But, they cuddled and ooh'd and ah'd with reckless abandon before departing.
Milo, however, was not interested in staying home all day, despite the rain. So, he got bundled into his stroller, let Mama and Papa figure out the workings of the rain cover, and the Richardson-Paoletti family headed west to Dr. Chasis' apartment, so that Papa -- though he doth'd protest -- could get a flu shot. Milo exhibited his grace and charm by again sleeping through his host's generosity, and missed extraordinary views of the Hudson, the moment of the needle in Daddy's arm, discussions of religious politics and a lovely tea party. We even discovered a little bit about the mysterious man in the painting, Barbara's great grandfather, a Dutchman with a hardware store 200 miles north of Manhattan, in a tiny town upstate. Painted in 1810. Could've been Milo's first tidbit of local lore, but he was snoozing...
Visitors. Check.
Buttermilk waffles made for Papa. Check.
Papa shaving. Check.
Getting outside. Check. (plus gold star, given the rain)
Flu shot. Check.
Two friends called back. Check.
Discussion of something not baby-related. Check.
Blog updated. Check.
Good night!