The broccoli, thoroughly demolished

Spent almost an hour in the morning walking back and forth in the living room and kitchen while Adrian slept an unquiet sleep in the sling, reading The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet. During his next nap (walking again but this time with the pushchair) I called the guys at work, for the first time in several weeks. I kind of miss it but it feels very distant, almost unreal.

Today’s meals for Adrian: pear and broccoli. Both made a good and proper mess. He attacked the broccoli with great intensity, as if that was what he’d been waiting for all his life. I do think I actually saw him swallow some of it, too.