One Scheme of Happiness

In the Pumpkin Patch

I found the cutest little pumpkin this year!

Home

We are having such a wonderful time being back in NYC. On Saturday:

Spider's baby-warming for Roman
Aanika's 2nd birthday (with balloons!)
Watching the University of Utah football game (or, rather, snoozing through it)

Chicago with Grandma!

Oh what fun we had last week! Roman and my mom had the best time of it, of course, since I had to work. But we found our share if adventure.

We visited the beach, the bridges. Rosebud, Lincoln Park, Chicago Pizza Oven Grinder (twice!), Heaven on Seven. We walked in the rain and toted that baby (and dog) around everywhere.

My Little Traveler

I am writing this post from Roman's flight 11. He is my globe-trotting baby, my flight-snoozing buddy, my everything.

We are here, there and everywhere. New York, backstage at Big Fish. Chicago. Mexico. Babysitters. Grandma. Day care.

Wherever I go and whatever I do, baby boy is right there with me, keeping up ever step of the way.

I am amazed. And totally in love.

Day Care

Roman and I are braving the streets of Chicago on our own for a few weeks while I teach some classes. Ben couldn't come along this time, so while he and Doolin keep thing going in New York, baby and I are working on our traveling routine.

This means that while I facilitate, Roman is ensconced in day care. So far, he is braving it out. The most harrowing bit is keeping up with bottles and clothes for him (I swear none of those women k ow anything about breast feeding -- they show absolutely no respect for how hard each drop of that milk is to get and spill and waste it willy-nilly). We don't have a dishwasher or laundry, so we are temporarily on disposable diapers, which I HATE. And my make shift bottle cleaning routine would probably raise eyebrows in a number of circles.

But we are getting by. And since we haven't been home for 14 days and counting, that is good enough. Roman is happy. I am frenzied (and pantless - after a particularly sordid day care milk mishap my jeans spent a few days in hotel laundry purgatory). But as long as my baby is smiling and I make it to work before my class begins, we are winning!

Oh, Oh, Mexico!

Life is just one big vacation for this little guy. We spent the holiday weekend in Cancun, relaxing and paddling about.