A beautiful day in May's neighborhood

Christopher and I thought it would be interesting to record a typical Saturday in the life of May. So here goes.

5:00 a.m. May wakes up her mommy and the two of us go out into the living room to watch "Numbers" and let Daddy get some more sleep. I eat my "first breakfast."

7:00 a.m.We wake up Daddy because we're having breakfast with David and Jen at 8 o'clock. Daddy isn't much thrilled with this because he was up late.

7:30 a.m. The three of us hit the bike path. May spends most of her weeks strapped to my chest, so she spends the weekends strapped to her father's chest. Wouldn't want mom to get all the cardio benefits of parenthood, now, would we? Because it's bright, we grab for our Sox cap, only now realizing that May doens't have one. Must buy soon.


7:35 But first, we hit Davis Sq. Starbucks. Two iced grande chai lattes, with three pumps, light ice, and organic milk, please. $7.77. The baristas all know us there. Here's one of our favorites.


7:55 a.m. We usually go to the Broken Yolk for breakfast on weekends, but figured it wasn't fair to make the Hobermans walk that far.

8:00 a.m. to ... about 11ish We have breakfast with Auntie Jen and Uncle David. We hear all about their trip to Scotland and Ireland and they hear all about our lives while they were gone. (I find out that apparently you need to register to comment on Blogger and contemplate moving the blog to LiveJournal.)



Breakfast was at the Danish Pastry Shop on the far side of Tufts. Everyone was happy with ham and cheese croissants, blueberry muffins, and cinnamon swirls.



After breakfast we went for a walk around David and Jen's neighborhood, mostly until May fell asleep, and then headed home.

Noonish While May took a nap, I went and got sandwiches at Sessa's. This was followed by a nice quiet siesta.





2:30 or 3:00 Since we still have various gift-cards from Borders left over from Christmas, we decide to go get some more books for May at the local Borders. We all grabbed the T and rode into downtown Boston. Being a born Bostonian, Mayhew demostrated the importance of having a good handhold while riding the train.We bought May a handful of Dr. Seuss books, plus two of my favorites for older readers: Little House in the Big Woods and The Cricket in Times Square.

The Borders downtown is near the Old City Hall, so we made a pit stop to ensure May got a little history lesson.

We might have walked around for a while, but since it was commencment weekend for most of the city's colleges, the Freedom Trail was packed with lost tourists -- how they get lost when the line is painted right on the sidewalk is byond me, but they were all lost -- we hopped back on the Red Line at Park and headed home.

Early evening After light dinner, we all went out for a walk again to enjoy the lovely evening. We stopped to admire the graffiti on the construction wall at Tufts. As the higher-education-capital of the world, Boston and its 'burbs can boast a higher quality of graffiti than most places.



About 7ish Since May had had a big day out in the big (dirty) city, we made sure she had a thorough bath before going to bed.