So lately, I've been a bottomless pit. I'm not pregnant; maybe it's the 500 calories a day burned up by breastfeeding. Or maybe I was always a bottomless pit (who are we kidding). At any rate, I walked with E to the vegan cupcake place, had one with a golden base and white icing, walked back home, peeled a mango and ate it. It was all delicious.
I took a brief stop on the way home at a park, because E was sleeping. I have a favorite bench in the park; the sun falls on it in a certain way. A man we know with a small, fluffy orange dog walked by and said how he's getting older. He feels like the guy in Sanford & Son, all stiff when he wakes up. I've never actually seen the show. E slept through the whole thing.
We also tried to go to a preschool in our neighborhood. It has a garden and everything. However, I was looking between the wrong 2 avenues. We're paying a formal visit in April. (Yes, I know it might seem early, but I live in NYC, where some parents write admissions essays for their babies with sentences like, "He's a lover, not a fighter.")
E also noticed his first dog. He usually either ignores them or is lost in his own musings - hard to tell which. This dog was fairly large, with black-and-white markings. E leaned forward, giggled and touched the dog's nose. The owner reassured me that the dog is very friendly, loves children and has "a 2-month-old at home." Still, I didn't know how the nose-tapping would be received, so I moved the stroller away from the dog.