The menace of London subway

Baby Zoe,

The London subway must have reached a state of tranquility now that we are back in Texas. Passengers can read their newspapers, listen to music, or drift into a nap, without Zoe pulling their ties, wanting their phones, digging in their bags, or offering them half chewed crackers.

We did a lot in London and around - mostly fun stuff, and some not so much, like visiting the horrible Harrods. But the height of our visit for you was riding the subway, which we did several times a day. The weather was great, and so was the food, two things that London is known to fail. But coming from Texas, we were in the Garden of Eden, feasting like kings.

Nonna and Nonno were charmed by your energy. Your first days' shyness quickly gave its way to the Zoe that we know - the one that owns the place and explores without reserve. In this visit we also discovered that you adore olives and Nonna's steaks. I'm not sure how you chewed them with no side teeth, but your pointer finger kept asking for more as your face expressed delight.

What else have you been up to lately?
You feed us with your little hands, you attempt to comb your hair and brush it with a tooth brush, you point at me, calling mamma, and you wave, saying buh bye.