Public

Saturdays have a whole new significance now. Last week was a bit of a slog, trying to get back into the swing of teaching while simultaneously wanting only to be home. I don't like to miss out, although I'm happy that Julie is enjoying her time away from Corporate America and, let's be honest, her daily breaks from me. As for when we're both home, Lyla is becoming more portable now, having spent the past two weeks of flu season ingesting antibodies through her mother's milk. Now we can take her into public without feeling like bad parents.

It's good for Julie, whose first reaction to civilization was to gasp at the low gas prices.

Lyla seems destined to be a socialite. She's got the fashion sense, anyway.


Yesterday we took her to Starbucks, blanket covering the car-seat until we determined there were no mouth-breathers in our vicinity. Later that night we found ourselves at Perkins for pie with a couple friends. Lyla slept through it but commented later that we should patronize fewer chains.

Today I'm planning on sticking around the house. Julie's going shopping with her sister, and I have a stack of movies, two dogs, a bottle of milk, and a baby with miniscule toes to keep me company.