Today

Is an exciting day as for the first time Bluet is eating exactly the same food as us - macaroni cheese (although she left out the ketchup required to make it really delicious). I decided to take a photo using the flash. Here it is. It made Bluet laugh and close her eyes

This weekend

Bluet mostly got much better at crawling (the video is from earlier in the week, so she is even better now). I worked on teaching her the concept of 'thank you' (it's early days), she danced to some music (by flinging her arms around), put her fingers out to touch the snow, and went swimming, but you'll have to ask Emily about that.

These pics are mainly from last weekend. First, looking at pigeons in the park.

Then this person was on the bus in front of us. Bluet assumed that the hair was some kind of animal and was almost uncontrollable with excitement. Fortunately we managed to distract her from her goal of petting said animal.

Bluet's lunch

We are eating lunch. Bluet loves hers as you can see (ours is yet to arrive)

Bluet Sounds

A selection of recent noises, in reverse chronological order:

Bluet is watching the Super Bowl

She likes it less than the world Series

The City That Sleeps

I for one cannot believe it is the weekend again. I have barely recovered from the last one. Anyway, Bluet has few (if any) bad habits, but this week she decided to wake every morning between 5.30am and 6.00am. This is way too early for me. But what can you do?

Anyway, I was fairly sure that Bluet understood the concept of weekends, and the 'lie in', so I was expecting a good long sleep Friday night. This was not the case. So around 8, Bluet and I left the house in search of adventure. The streets were quiet, drowsy pigeons the only sign of life. We made it to Charles Schulz Park. We had it to ourselves (there was literally no-one there, and by 'literally', I mean 'literally'), as these photos will attest. I thought that some modern day Pied Piper must've magicked away all the other children in New York. Admittedly this seemed unlikely, as why would a Pied Piper whisk away all the Children except Bluet? It makes no sense. Anyway, as we were leaving we finally saw another kid, and I realised that this was not the case. Instead, it appears that New York is actually the city that sleeps, at least on Saturday mornings.

 We walked home via the Farmers market, and Bluet had a brief nap. Then onwards with the rest of the day - including a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Steve, Dorthea, Caroline (who moves so fast she is unphotographable) and Liisa, where after looking at some Art, we read Bluet some books.

Education education education

Unfortunately you can't hear her squeal at the pictures of lions and babies