So I thought I was gonna be such a good house guest and bring a cup of fresh hot coffee to Christine at just the perfect moment. Knowing the baby wakes for his feedings at midnight, 3am, 6am-- I thought I would tap lightly on the door at about quarter to 9am and deliver some fresh-pressed coffee to the young mother.
Ah yes-- how perfect it would have been had I not been referring to the old clock in the kitchen. Turns out I knocked at 7:45am-- blah.
Good news is, hot coffee with milk is always welcome and I now have a sleeping baby on my lap as I type to you.
Things I love about Providence: the house colors. Seriously, these few snapshots don't even begin to tell the story because they were all taken just standing on one street, in one spot-- in pajamas and bare feet-- so quickly snapped to be sure.
Another great thing about Providence?
Seriously-- some of the best food ever, anywhere.
And, it doesn't hurt that the weather has been so sweet.
Sunny, sunny, sunny and mild.
Yesterday, Christine and I tooled around, up and down the old brick streets and across the Brown campus-- pushing little Vijay in his red pram (<--ha! how much do I love that word. Pram. Too fun. Okay, it was a stroller, whatever).
Today we are doing more of the same-- which is a good thing because the way I can't seem to stop eating all this gorgeous bread (read: local Portguese AND French bakeries, oh dear lord, I am doomed) this tush of mine is gonna need to be sprinting up those hills.
But now, would you like a glimpse of the mama and child? Of course you would.