It looks like we’re at the beginning of a beautiful autumn. And so yesterday evening, after a day of squawky fussiness, we assembled the carrycot, bundled Henry into it, and got out to the park. It was the first time we’d been to Prospect Park carrying him in the pushchair rather than my uterus. A great improvement. Though the pushchair is still enough of a novelty that we tend to fight over who gets to push it.
This boy rocks a snowsuit like no one I’ve ever seen. He couldn’t move much while wearing it, so lay there quite happily with his arms in the robot position, looking like a man in a full-body plaster cast.
And it was sunny. Delicious.
Who needs August when your September looks like this?