home.

weary world travellers three, but home…and happy. and one of us is getting molars, which is an activity better done in the comfort of one’s own bed, methinks.

lessons learned? they are legion, i’m sure, but in my addled state i can boil them down to a simple triad: one, i could’ve packed less. Oscar would have been happy with two or three books and a couple of the ten toys we dragged all over hell’s half acre. the new environments and places to explore were excitement enough for him, and a plastic airline cup is waaaay cooler than the crap mummy had stuffed in her bag anyway. two, i should’ve stressed less. i know better. no matter how many phone calls you make or policies you read, you can never really tell when an individual airline employee is going to choose to be generous and helpful or otherwise (and you know who you are, oh ye cruel Easyjet snotbag whore, may you rot in your bad makeup). in the end, if you get there, it’s all good… and we got there. and in the process, i got to know my son a little better. that was lesson number three – that i learned what a cool kid Oscar is. so he’s not wild about being confined to laps against his will, true, but he’s sociable, and adaptable, and patient, and curious, and just plain gorgeous to explore the world with.

(i also learned – or at least finally processed – a few things about myself in the frustrating moments of the journey, now that i think about it…but i’ll save those for another post, less light and more focused than this one).

in the meantime…a photo essay of Oscar’s European tour.

first, in London, wee baby Sherlock paid a visit to 221 B Baker Street…

Oscar as Holmes

and played Templar of the stroller set at Temple Church

Templars

then on to Praha…but first a little wine for the flight

baby wino hanging with Daddy outside a potraviny in Prague

with daddy in Praha

and downtown with the cool kids

O with Daniel & Sundi

crossing the Charles Bridge, half asleep

on the Karlovy Most

trying his first lemon at a sidewalk cafe

lemon!

O finds a car just his sizethe fiat

back in London, we checked out Tower Bridge

at tower bridge

and the ancient Roman wallroman statue

and found some fine lads to kick about with

O, Magnus & Leopold

and a lady love to picnic with at the market.  i think she ovulated, there was so much cooing.  Oscar is still pining.

with E

it was a fine, fine journey, and good to lift my wings.  but it is good, too, be home.

so…what’s been up with you?