On Friday afternoon I left my office a little after 4 to catch a 4:30 commuter train to get to daycare and pick Matilda up before the 5:30 cut off when they, I don't know, put any babies still there out on the sidewalk.
I got to the commuter line to find that the trains to my destination were not running. I sat on the 4 o'clock train that should not have been there for an hour and a half, quietly freaking out (OK not that quietly) and calling first my mother to pick her up, then Niclas to help me think, then our neighbors then daycare then a friend for a shoulder and then Niclas and then the neighbors and then the daycare again. Then I got off the train and got instead on the T to meet Niclas at his office and drive with him to the airport to pick up Matilda's grandmother and then, THEN we finally got home to Matilda, who was watching the news in our neighbor's living room, after 7 o'clock.
Friday was not a great day for the commuting. I might have lost an hour of my life and I mean an hour at the end of my life and not the three hours I lost getting home.
Anyway!
Matilda's grandmother flew in from Sweden on Friday. On Saturday morning, we all went to Matilda's first music class.
On Monday we all went to the aquarium. We brought Matilda's new stroller which means we carried her and pushed the stroller full of winter coats and bags through swarms of parents pushing strollers full of clothes and carrying babies, just like us.
Matilda loved the aquarium because the place was swarming with kids. The penguins were pretty cool though
and we managed to direct her attention towards the starfish
and the jelly fish for brief periods of time.
Yesterday Matilda, her Swedish grandmother and I sat in the Pediatrician's waiting room while kids with flushed cheeks barfed left right and center. We were there because Matilda has ear infections again. She was given yet another prescription for antibiotics and told we can't get her ear surgery done until the infections are gone but might I point out that the infections are never gone? And might I dare to hope that none of us will catch the barfing that was roaming the waiting room in small plastic kidney-shaped bowls?
THANK YOU COOPERATE.
