



"When one is tired of London, one is tired of life, for there is in London all that life can afford." - Samuel Johnson
Alexander had his 8-week checkup today, including that classic of parental betrayal, his first immunizations. He's doing well. For the two or three of you who care, he is in the 91st percentile for weight (13.4 pounds), 75th for head circumference (40.2 centimeters), and 50th for length (22.4 inches).
And he's smiling a lot now. It's really cute when James says "He's smiling at me!" (James has often said this when Alex was clearly not smiling at him.)
While Micah was in Spain, my dear friend Hanna invited me and the boys to stay with her for the weekend. I enthusiastically accepted. I only had to pack clothes for myself because Hanna and Dan have two boys, Henry and Arthur, who are conveniently the same sizes as James and Alex, respectively. So I loaded up a roller bag, put Alex in the sling, took James by the hand, and took the train up to Hertfordshire. For the Americans who read the blog, it's only about 20 minutes from central London. 
