Spring is here at last. Flowers are blooming, birds are singing, babies are screaming, and most importantly it is finally warm. Or at least, not freezing. In walking-intensive Bucharest, this makes a huge difference. Even the Cubs are managing to lose only half of their games. All is love.
Except for the life of King Gabriel, who has been going through some rough, colicky times this week. Since we don't have a birth certificate yet, I've decided to change his name to Fussmorton J. Fidgetbucket the Third. Stew on that, Romanian government! It's been a difficult, often sleepless few days here, but hopefully we're through the worst of it and there's smooth sailing ahead. For now, though, it's been complete bedlam in the house, and nerves are getting stretched. But we shall overcome. No mere colic can defeat us.
Gabriel had his first big outdoor adventure this week. It was so exciting that he slept through the entire thing, even the part where his mom climbed over a spike-topped fence to get among the blooming willow trees and tore out the leg of her pants and the sole of her shoe. But I preserved it all here for posterity, Gabriel, so that one day you will know what you missed, and that you should never listen to your mother because she is insane.
It was nice for us to get outside for a bit, though. We, and particularly Ioana, have been mostly confined to the bloc other than occasional jaunts out trying to get the birth certificate, and even those are just driving around in a car. Being able to sit on a park bench and watch the dogs and smell the flowers was pretty nice.
I hope this doesn't make him grow up to be a serial killer or something
We also had godparents Ovi and Cati over this week, which was great. We haven't seen them in a while (both of us have been really busy), so this was their first chance to meet their, I don't know, great-godson or whatever you would call it. I have trouble keeping track of the complex Romanian familial relationships.
But everyone had a good time and they brought Gabe a toy that, if my reading of the Romanian on the box is correct, guarantees to increase his intelligence, AS IF THAT WERE EVEN POSSIBLE. I think you may have met your match, Romanian Intelligence-Imparting Toy.
Gabriel tells the paparazzi: "No more photos"
Today is more errands, and then Io is heading off to nursing school to take an exam. She hasn't been to classes since before the birth, but her classmates gave her the reading materials and, let's be honest, Romanian classroom nursing education isn't exactly rigorous. It's more of an on-the-job training paradigm. Which is not so great if you show up in a Romanian ER, probably, but is terrific if you want to learn how to be an actual nurse pretty fast. Sorry, patients!
I plan on mostly sitting around the house, making occasional forays to Auchan for supplies, and teaching Gabriel how to play computer games. Anything to stop the colic. Beats working!
And now, here it is, your moment of Zen:
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