|Now picture this sand covered in speedos. And cigarette butts.|
Push stroller to the front door only to realize it's raining. Hard. Curse the Mediterranean Sea, the gulf stream, weather.com, and any other entity which may be held responsible for the incessant moisture which is primavera in Roma. Fling stroller back into the mailroom corner and strap the slightly smaller baby into the Ergo, wrap the toddler in an extra layer of water-resistance, and run for the bus.
|Wait, you've seen this one? Sorry, it's one of 4 pictures our our entire family. And JP isn't even visible.|
Or rather, begin a new, even more entertaining to passersby, scene. Arrive at the train station to find Joey's heart bursting with joy. Most times we take the trains places, Joey is very, very pleased. He approves of the seating arrangements, the lack of seat belts, the bearded and chain-smoking conductor who comes to check his bigletti (let's be honest, once out of every 4 rides or so. So tempting to work this system....), and the adoring crowds of strangers for whom he can perform.
His favorite acts involve blowing kisses and speaking in simple Italian in his raspy toddler voice while elderly Italian women faint at his feet. He also enjoys accepting piggyback rides from strange men, which is not quite as creepy as it looks in print. But almost. Don't worry, we keep him within reasonable eyesight.
|Not even from my camera, I'm pretty sure. Lazy, meet your new competition.|
|Not 'the' castle, but a castle we hand out at sometimes. Close enough.|
Hoping to catch a glimpse of normality on this very happy Thursday, and crossing our fingers there's no rail strike today.