Tuesday 19 May 2009

Some Pictures James Took Recently





Brothers


8-week Checkup

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.)

Saturday 16 May 2009

Weekend with Hanna, Dan, Henry, and Arthur

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.

It was the best vacation a person could have without her husband and without spending (much) money (I did have to buy train fare, after all). James and Henry played together, bathed together, took naps in the car together... it was lovely. Hanna and I sat inside and held our babies mostly, and Dan played graciously with the older boys. It was heaven! Thank you, Hanna and Dan!

The Kentish Town City Farm


We took a trip to the farm with James's nursery school class last week. It was quite an adventure getting 25 or so three- and four-year-olds with their chaperones to the farm on public transport, but that's another story. We saw chickens, turkeys, goats, sheep, horses, pigs, and cows... all nestled between the rail tracks and row houses of London. James inexplicably kept asking where the wolves were. And incorrectly recalled the next day that we had actually seen wolves at the farm.


{a three-day-old lamb with its mother}

Heaven

Because Sometimes in London You Ride on the Bus across from a Guy with a Didgeridoo