Home Alone

The recipe for this week is one parent + one baby + two dogs + 80% chance of rain. Will is in Stockholm for an MRI conference where he is set to present twice, be honored as a junior fellow, and generally be lauded for his impressive achievements in the field of medical imaging. I am going to try to feed Edie promptly enough to avoid her breaking the sound barrier with her discontent. So we've both got some stuff going on.

Before Edie was born, we planned on taking her to Stockholm and making a family trip out of it. Foggy, blissful fantasies of toting our adorable 3 month old to dinner parties to show her off, the two of us taking mommy-daughter day trips whilst Will attended his meetings. Post-birth, it became increasingly clear that the trip would actually entail mom and baby dragging themselves around the city, more focused on where to change and nurse the baby than the sights and sounds of Sweden. Add to that the fact that E now has a 7 p.m. bedtime that must (must, must) not be toyed with, we now have mom sitting alone in hotel room while Will shows pictures of the baby at the dinner parties. Thus, family trip was canceled and Will is away for seven days.

The poodles are likely to suffer the most, since the forecast is calling for all rain, all of the time, which will greatly reduce their walks. They will get some reprieve come Wednesday when they are sent out to try out a dog sitter for a few nights.

Ms. E and I have big plans for the week. A playdate on Thursday and .... well, actually, that's it. Let's hope that Thursday's gathering lives up to expectations we'll be piling on it for the next five days.