Hyde Park

On Saturday 21st April, we had gone to Hyde park. It was fun. Mom had kitted both me and Harsh with these cool glares... we both looked so cool and dashing.

Fia and Mom had a bit of comedy of errors. They forgot to pack the picnic food and we had to survive on sandwiches for the day. Gujaratis forgetting food at home before a picnic must really be the first time in history.

We found a good spot in the park and we played a bit with the ball. I think Yash really loves playing... I can only remember him sitting down without the ball when he was eating his food. Dad was clicking away everyone's pics .. if there is a possibility of getting RSI through digital cameras, I bet Dad is a severe risk.

We then hired a pedal boat for half an hour on the serpentine. I say we, but the park authorities make age discrimination and disallowed me from joining in the fun. They have these funny rules about under age children ... clearly they havent seen me cycle in my cot... I can pedal the boat all by myself given half a chance. Anyways, mom stayed behind with me as well, so it was not all lost.

We had some real long walks... especially the one after we finished with this park. I would subtitle this chapter as "The hunt for the ladies loo". Fia and mom were searching high and low for a loo which did not have a huge queue outside it. They finally managed to find a quiet bar in Knightsbridge, where they did the honors. We then proceeded towards Leicester Square and Picadilly circus.

We then had some trouble finding a good dinner joint afterwards. None of the places we went to had the capacity or the child-friendliness we usually look for in restaurants. Finally we ended up at this burger place where we had some delightful food. Dad loves a good grilled Halloumi cheese and he got both Fia and Mom hooked onto it too. Harsh showed some of his true colours there... he screamed whenever faced with food.

We then began our long journey home. We walked all the way from Trafalgar Square to Waterloo bridge. We had a bit of equipment malfunction - One of Harsh's waterbottles leaked and wet my pushchair, but otherwise it was fun. Harsh enjoyed the live music on Southbank so much that he started dancing. We managed to get a train at 8.30 p.m. in the night. I had clearly gone beyond the bedtime, but today was ok.

When we reached home, everyone just collapsed on the bed and slept through the night. I showed a lot of empathy for mom and made sure she got a whole night's sleep without waking her up even once. I must be the most understanding 8 month old in history.