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the fun stuff
While my recent posts have all been heartfelt, they haven't quite told the whole story. So here's some of the other side.
This semester I've run a Latin reading group for two MoL students; we meet twice a week except when one of us has a conflict. I canceled seminar the week after Gwen was born, but since then I've just brought her along (so she was 10 days old when she first went out to university). I have a fleece sling (basically a big bag), a hand-me-down from a friend. People often don't realize there's a baby in there until she starts chirruping, and then they're always surprised (and of course want to know how old she is, if she's a girl or a boy, and then tell me that she's "mooi" and "leuk". :)). They're always impressed at how young she is. One fun exchange I had at a tram stop, a gentleman asked how old she was (11 days) and said that he was 80. I've found that the very old find the very young fascinating -- at another tram stop a few days earlier, when the three of us went out to Raul and Lena's defense party, another gentleman stared at me for awhile and then asked if I had a baby under there (she was in her fleece suit and I had a blanket over that, so it wasn't entirely obvious).
She's a good traveler; since we moved, to get back for seminar I wake up around 8:00am and get dressed/shower, and usually around then she wakes up too to eat. We're on the road by 9:00 and she'll fall asleep in the sling and sleep all the way until we get into Amsterdam around 11:00. Then she'll eat again, and then fall asleep on my shoulder while we're translating. After lunch I feed her again and then she'll sleep the entire trip back home. This time after lunch we didn't head straight back to Tilburg but first swung by the Consulate to pick up her certificate of live birth abroad and her passport. So we are all set to go home for Christmas!
This semester I've run a Latin reading group for two MoL students; we meet twice a week except when one of us has a conflict. I canceled seminar the week after Gwen was born, but since then I've just brought her along (so she was 10 days old when she first went out to university). I have a fleece sling (basically a big bag), a hand-me-down from a friend. People often don't realize there's a baby in there until she starts chirruping, and then they're always surprised (and of course want to know how old she is, if she's a girl or a boy, and then tell me that she's "mooi" and "leuk". :)). They're always impressed at how young she is. One fun exchange I had at a tram stop, a gentleman asked how old she was (11 days) and said that he was 80. I've found that the very old find the very young fascinating -- at another tram stop a few days earlier, when the three of us went out to Raul and Lena's defense party, another gentleman stared at me for awhile and then asked if I had a baby under there (she was in her fleece suit and I had a blanket over that, so it wasn't entirely obvious).
She's a good traveler; since we moved, to get back for seminar I wake up around 8:00am and get dressed/shower, and usually around then she wakes up too to eat. We're on the road by 9:00 and she'll fall asleep in the sling and sleep all the way until we get into Amsterdam around 11:00. Then she'll eat again, and then fall asleep on my shoulder while we're translating. After lunch I feed her again and then she'll sleep the entire trip back home. This time after lunch we didn't head straight back to Tilburg but first swung by the Consulate to pick up her certificate of live birth abroad and her passport. So we are all set to go home for Christmas!