Nights, Interrupted

Let's not talk about the nights, they've been active for all 3 of us, and anybody else who wakes up at the sound of The Dragon Boss' cries, the attending footsteps, or the clatter in the kitchen as we preapre a bottle, except to say they've been manageable and within expectations, especially considering TBD's parents have had extreme jet lag, too, waking up at 2am on our own each morning, the difference being we can recognize what's happening and why it is we're in an unfamiliar room.

Let's talk about the days, like cross-country skiing from Garmisch to Grainau to Obergrainau, all the while the Zugspitz appearing larger and larger, until we turned around and it got smaller and smaller.

Or the drive into Austria to ski Lermoos, still within sight of the Zugspitz, where Baleen kept up her consecutive streak of goulash lunches, two, going on three, in 20 cm of new snow.

Or the kilograms of pork and knudlen we've consumed on our first three nights, all of which TDB has shared with us from a high chair at the table, a new and welcome experience for the parents of a child with a 9:30pm bedtime. 9:30 to about 2:30am, that is.