Reunited

Yesterday Bluet and Emily returned to New York. At the baggage claim Bluet gave me a big smile or two, so hadn't forgotten all about me which was nice. Then on the bus home she wanted me to hold her whilst standing which was less so.

Today Bluet was reunited with central park. First she saw the bears, so we stopped to say hello, and she went on the swings in the first playground of the day.

Next we went to more swings where Bluet had her birthday. As if to welcome her back, New York also provided a (presumably) rich lady and personal trainer, and two couples where the men talked about their boring business jobs whilst the women talked about food (one child apparently eats chicken nuggets and tater tots for lunch every day. Oh, and then they asked the kids if they were ready to load on the carbs by going for a bagel).

We walked on to our third park of the day, and Bluet pointed at all the horses. After more running around and some baby yoga (see pics) we headed home, and I think Bluet learned to say 'duck' (noun not verb). Now she is asleep.