Greetings this 2011. I am sitting in the lounge of Highbury Centre having been defeated for the first time this year before 7am. Elle, our morning girl, awoke as usual calling for help, and instead of the normal attempt at having her cuddle (or is it "torture through fidgeting") me in bed, we are now exploring the BBC Saturday morning cartoons.
The repetitive holiday, New Year, is always unique. For us the last year has been a unique, astounding blessing, and last night was a new cultural celebration. Rebecca and I noted the cultural difference as we sat on the couch trying to find a New Year's Celebration. We tried to find something about the New Year countdown or something and instead settled on watching "The 10 Most Dangerous Airports" until 1155pm when the tele changed to a quick picture of downtown and the crowds. The fireworks started on time and were quite spectacular. The regular programming was back on by1215am. There must be a lot less fuss here about such events. Americans like the hype a lot more.
I don't know how to describe this time between the "real" times of our lives, but we are so glad to have time where I can be a full-time daddy with Rebecca. It has been a rare thing to spend as much time with the girls as Rebecca. Three weeks is such a great chance to bond.