Whew… what a busy two weeks. First Zevry was born, then Jen’s mom came to town and now it is time to catch our collective breath and get ready to watch some NFL football!

Anyway, it has been a whirlwind of midwifes and nappies and short spans of sleep. I am sitting at the computer typing this and all has been quiet in the flat for a few hours now. How nice. Zev loves his mom more than anything and he’s even responding to her voice now. He knows where his bread is buttered, or in this case where he gets his milk. Overall, he seems to behave quite well. I’m not sure how newborns usually are, but he really only cries when he is hungry and when he is tired of sitting in his own filth. This almost seems like any moment on any given day, but really it isn’t too bad. The best parts of the day are the 20-30 minutes that he spends quietly alert and taking in his world. I’ve been lucky enough to have this fall around the times I’ve been home so that I can interact with him, but apparently today it occurred on the bus ride home with Mom and Nan from the Underground station. Last weekend we took him to Kew Gardens and Jen was slinging him around Oxford Circus today with no major issues.

There are two funny things I have noticed which are 1) People are astounded that Jen is up and about so much and that our newborn is already out in the world. I’m not sure if most people leave their children in a protective bubble over here for a bit, but Zev has a world to go see people! 2) People look down on you for carrying your baby in a sling in the fancy part of town. We live right on the edge of a nice area of London with expensive homes and all the moms wheeling their newborns around in £1000 Bugaboo strollers. The Suttons use a device called a Baba Sling which lets Zev rest close to us while we go about. Most people think we are carrying “sandwiches” or personal items around town, but a few of the uppity moms get wise and scoff at the poor people who can’t fall in line and buy the pram d’jour. Anyway, someone could give me one of those things for free and I’d just set it on fire and roll it down the high street. Okay well, maybe I would keep it for when he gets too big for Jen to lug around, but you get the idea. We’re the weirdos in the neighborhood and we are quite okay with that.