The past week or so I’ve been managing to have a cup of tea on the front stoop while Michael is taking his morning nap and Evelyn is in the living room watching Elmo’s Adventures in Grouchland. (You should see her sing and dance.) Back before the babies arrived I would drink tea everyday, but somehow once they got here I fell out of the habit. (Boiling water and steeping is so much trouble, you know? Right.) Well, except for Mother’s Milk tea which isn’t so great. It’s amazing how much a cup of tea can help you relax. Today I had a cup of Bride’s Blend from a tea shoppe at Baytowne Wharf. My mother bought us a pouch when she and my father visited us a couple or so months before Evelyn was born. Makes me think of Brideshead Revisited and Evelyn’s namesake and how when old ladies would mistake Evelyn for a boy when she was younger I would tell them that his name was Eve-lyn and they’d look at me nervously.

And this isn’t Nathanael, but apparently he logged me in as him at one point. Edit: Sorry, Love, I fixed the author tag for you. -N