Coming Home

The creepy corridor outside our apartment

Yesterday, we made our big trek home and for those of you who don't know New York well, here is the map You can see googalized views of the trip here:

Packed up and ready to go

The trip was uneventful, and carefully slow.  Despite being just days recovered from major surgery, Emily made it with ease. We had to stop twice, once at the pharmacy (drug store), and then at the off license (liquor store) to buy some sherry to toast the baby; my parents stopped on their way home with me from the hospital to have a sherry at a friends house, so it is now a tradition.

Then we ate sushi as apparently it is what pregnant New York ladies miss most when they aren't allowed to eat it (A fact confirmed by one of the nurses at the hospital)

Since then, Bluet doesn't really seem to have noticed she is somewhere new - she only woke when she was ready to feed through the night (although there was a rather traumatic hour before my bed time when she refused to settle down). She seems to like gazing out the window, probably because it is bright and sunny, rather than because she appreciates the view. OK, now you can look at some more pictures.

Purposeful Strolling

I think Daddy stopped to buy booze