As expected, we stayed around the 'hood this holiday weekend, choosing to wrestle with boredom in a city of 8 million rather than wrestle with boredom in the country. For once, it was just nice to not have any place to be, so we "slept in" (which was around 6 AM) and milled about with the newspaper until the glorious weather beckoned us outside. Once out, all we did was follow the path of Caleb Smith and walk the streets, eventually ending up at Pacifico in Cobble Hill for nachos. By the way, for those of you who know me and my life-long quest for the perfect nachos, I'm laying it on the line and saying these were Top Five. Home made torilla chips, chili, enchilada sauce (a nice substitute for salsa), fresh chopped peppers and onions, and, most importantly, good layering. Deeeee-licious
Claudia tracked down this incredible item called the Amazing Miracle Blanket, which we've been using to imprison Chloe for the last few days. I was starting to think she had some special gift (like Sgt. Riggs) to escape from straight-jackets or shrink-wrap (which I hadn't tested yet), but this thing has been like Fort Knox. It's also fun to unravel, like rolling toilet paper across the floor, except with a baby. Most important, of course, is that it's kept her from flailing around while eating and helps her sleep, although she still contorts like python when she has gas.
I'm not sure if it was a trick of the light, or if it was a vision of the future, but for a moment while feeding her tonight I sorta thought Chloe looked like Persis Khambatta (after meeting V'ger, or course).