|How much do I love this boy?|
My unconventional holiday was mostly spent flitting around my Oxford college, Lady Margaret Hall. It was wonderful to enjoy the grounds with someone who takes in and appreciates everything, even if he isn't quite 3 feet tall. When he was not waiting to be chased or running pell-mell in to the Cherwell River to swim with the ducks, G obediently held my hand to look at every bush, tree, bird, and critter that we happened upon.
My college hasn't seemed to mind that I've got two babies in their midst, but the reactions of many to carting babies around Oxford has been mixed--surprise, adoring, curious, and somewhat credulous that I would attempt mixing meetings and babies. I figure, however, that I'm a breastfeeding mom, and my babies are exceptionally well behaved. My mind can still work even though other parts of me are otherwise engaged.
|Entrance to the Bodleian Library|
|Radcliffe Camera and St. Mary's still looking as stately as ever|
|Codrington Library at All Souls. They'll be sharing Blackstone's original, handwritten lecture notes with a little donor group we will be hosting in Oxon next Spring. Love the libraries there.|
The best part of the day, other than playing with my kiddos, was being saved the shame of eating Thanksgiving dinner by my lonesome. My old supervisor and current work colleague invited me to enjoy High Table at his college, Pembroke. The fellow in charge of drinks and a second dessert in the SCR (Senior Common Room) indulged me and everyone around the table shared something they were grateful for. Not bad for a homeless Thanksgiving.
|Homeless on Thanksgiving Day|