Say Waaaaah.
I feel weird having a few Thwack related happy days, as if nothing else is worth noting or celebrating. It’s all part of the grand plan, I must note: His casual acceptance of weird food (or rather, live rotaviruses) means we may not have to suffer the indignity of a kid who only eats white bread and frozen chicken nuggets (I hope). Yesterday’s happy moment encapsulates a similarly life-expanding theme.
Thwacky is getting his first passport. This means we can take him places. Like, faraway places. All of them.
Since we moved here in November when I was hugely pregnant, we’ve barely left the midlands. Chinese spring festival came and went and I somehow found myself not in a South East Asian country, sipping cocktails and clinging tenuously to the back of a motorcycle.
It was a bit unnerving.
They say that having kids changes who you are and makes you reassess your priorities. I suppose that is inevitable, but damn it, I’m still going to be a food nerd who travels and I’m taking the kid with me.
Yesterday, we hauled Young Thwack down to the supermarket and, through the power of human puppetry, held him up in a photo booth by the front entrance and managed to get him to almost look straight ahead. Biometric scanning be damned.
It’ll be interesting seeing him use this passport when he’s five years old.
Hopefully it will be full of some amazing stamps and visas by then.
Welcome to the bigger world, young Oscar!
As with the Wizard of Oz, ignore the hand behind the Thwackmeister
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Where will you jet off to first? If you want to travel somewhere where you can eat without holding a baby, all of Istanbul would be happy to take Thwacky off your hands at any time. It won’t get you a cool visa, but if you happen to plan any fantastic voyages to Belgium, let me know!
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We’re most likely heading to France as we have friends there. Would love to go back to Istanbul as well- I remember during my 6 years there how easy it was to hand your baby to a waiter and have 2 free hands for drinks and meze… that and I’ve got way more than enough baby-besotted friends left there to wrangle some time off… England is a lot less baby friendly (outside of immediate family and friends).