Since I went back to work at the beginning of May, Owen and I have developed a routine. Nearly every day, I strap him into the baby Bjorn and head off to catch the Harvard shuttle bus that takes me from Cambridge to the medical school in Boston. On the bus Owen smiles at the other people, tries to grab their newspapers, and occasionally fusses, cries, or spits up on both of us. I get out at the Fenway stop, where his daycare is, to drop him off, and then I walk the rest of the way to lab. At the end of the day, I walk back to pick him up, walk back to catch the shuttle, and we ride home.
Now all that is changing, because he's going to a new daycare here in Cambridge starting Tuesday. And thank goodness, because lugging around a 16 pound baby plus a bag full of milk is pretty exhausting, especially in the heat of summer. But I've gotten used to sharing my commute with Owen, and I'm going to miss him. I'm going to miss seeing the faces of the throngs of Japanese tourists light up as we pass them in Harvard Yard every morning. I'm going to miss the mix of delight and annoyance that he causes on the bus when he tries to eat other commuters' reading material, or screams because we stop for too long at a red light. And I'm already nostalgic for this precious time when he is still so little that I can carry him around with me everywhere I go.
The photo is from May, when he was still small enough to ride in the baby Bjorn facing me. Now he faces out, to see the world.
