Law, Partially

The last days in Chicago were spent in an Airbnb studio apartment in Wicker Park. Wicker Park is often called a "hipster" neighborhood, but the truth is something diagonal. In the 90s hipsters were moving in, and since then the young families and professionals have been pushing the true hipsters further afield, leaving perhaps commuting hipsters or moneyed hipsters. Nevertheless, despite the increasing wealth of the local citizens, there remain many "hip" stores and inexpensive and trendy restaurants. The neighborhood vibe will foreshadow our May trip to Portland, where the " dream of the 90s is still alive ." Our apartment was just off Milwaukee Avenue, where we dined up and down the street. We had ramen (Kizuki Ramen and Izakaya), Hawaiian (Mahalo), Mexico City-style comfort food (Fonda Frontera), hearty classic brunch (Bongo Room), sushi burrito (En Hakorre), expensive doughnuts (Stan's Donuts), New Haven style pizza (Piece Brewery & Pizzeri...

April ends with the FD Linges in Cedar Rapids and Chicago in temporary housing. Bobby did not like his 12 hour flight from Tokyo to Chicago. He slept most of first night back in Chicago. We arrived in Chicago the afternoon of Tuesday, April 11, and by Friday night he was more or less back on schedule. The period in between was terrible for all of us: Bob regularly woke up in the middle of the night and just cried and cried until he was hoarse. We needed him to get back on schedule. During the day I woke him up from his naps so that he wouldn't get too much sleep during the day. Baby jet lag is terrible. But after the heavy jolt of the time zone switch, I no longer had to bounce Bobby to bed. He's been falling to sleep on his own in his crib. Maybe he just wasn't sleeping well in Singapore. Or maybe he just got in the habit of being bounced to sleep when he was recovering from jet lag upon arriving in Singapore. But he didn't need it anymore once we were back. My...