We tried this once before the New Year… but unfortunately at that time, we left it a bit too late and most of the pubs’ kitchens were closed.

Yesterday, I decided to go to Borough Market. I haven’t been there for ages and was missing my expensive cheese, smoked duck, dolmades, artichoke and foccacia. The only thing is I’m not confident at holding the pushchair going up and down the escalator. There are lifts at London Bridge but not at my station.

So, my ever protective Jules suggested that he’d drive to work with the pushchair and I can take Nora on the tube using the carrier… and since we’d be there around lunch time, we could go to Wagamama as Denton had some vouchers that needed to be used up by the end of the month.

And we did… and Nora charmed everyone with her smiles. She was in her best behaviour… well… apart from when she wanted her feed. but even then it was just a small whimper.

Soon enough she’ll be able to sit in a highchair and won’t feel that she’s not part of the party as she was sitting in her pushchair as we were having our food.

Come to think of it… in a month’s time, I can start preparing her little portions of mashed up food.

I can’t believe that come Tuesday she’ll be five months! Last Wednesday, when we were at Faylands One O’clock Centre, Sasha (one of the people who worked there) asked me how old Nora is and I proudly say four and a half months… when she’s actually nearer to five months. I guess I can’t believe how fast she’s grown… and looking at some of her photos… I remember how small she was. The blankets that we use to swaddle her used to drown her… now… we can’t even cover her feet… which she’s happy about as she can keep on sucking on her toes. *sigh*