So I run out buy a new set of clothes, which we quickly change Etta into. We are now 2.5 hours into our busy day and have achieved nothing. You think it couldn’t get any worse and then the lift doesn’t work, at this point we are about ready to give up. Walking down the stairs with a quick stop to have a peek out of the window and into the offices we decide that mummy and daddy need some lunch and more than likely a little alcoholic aid to get the day back on track.
En route Etta falls asleep thanks to the amazingly huge hood (seriously check out the size of it) so we decided to grab a well-deserved coffee before diving in for food.
For those of you that have not been to Flat Iron yet then we can’t recommend it highly enough, baby friendly, wide aisles for navigating with your buggy (not that you will have that issue with the Armadillo) and ten pound steaks with the added bonus of a free ice cream at the end of the meal. It’s the sort of place that we would rock up to pre-Etta at 8pm and be enraged that we couldn’t have a table and could only wait for one at the bar before having the time of your life and forgetting to eat at all.
Now back to the Aquarium where the queue is bigger than before and rather than subjecting Etta to the wait after she has been an absolute champion all day we decide to pull the pin and head home and promise to get back nice and early for opening the next day where we enjoy the aquarium for all its glory in complete emptiness.
The Armadillo in combination with the gentle rocking of a packed commuter train lulls Etta back to sleep without a whimper or the need of a bottle.
The aquarium on day two of our quest was completely worth the wait. We have loads of pop art around the house with Fish on and she couldn’t contain her excitement as she ran from tank to tank and window to window shouting ‘fissssh fisssh’ at every opportunity. We thought she would enjoy it but had no idea that she would appreciate it as much as she had done, perhaps we have watched Ponyo one too many times.