Me in front of Buckingham Palace... Jill and I went to see the changing of the guards.
Here's London Bridge at night --- gorgeous, huh?
Classic telephone booth pictureThe absolute best part about being here is experiencing England through the eyes (and words) of a 3 year-old and a 6 year-old. A few anecdotes:
-On the car ride home from the Greek in-laws house last night, little Sammy started telling me a story about a man he saw in the grocery store the day before. "He was truly massive," Sammy began. "Do you remember, Mum? He had on a proppa suit and everyfing and he was about 65 meetahs tall." (I needed to write it out phonetically for effect.) And yes, a 3 year-old used the words truly, massive and proper.
-This morning, the same little Sam woke me up and asked why I wasn't yet playing with him at 8:30 in the morning. When I told him that I would play with him after going to the bathroom, he proceeded to pound on the bathroom door to make sure I wasn't "sleepin in the bathroom." This came one day after he barged in on me when I was fresh out of the shower and proceeded to brush his teeth, reminding me about the importance of dental health. "Yo teef aw vewy impotant," he began, "you have to brush fo two minutes, dat's what me dad says."
-I took Luca to the park today to play since Sam was sick and couldn't leave the house. I tried to keep up with Luca, who was riding his bike, but finally I had to yell to him to wait for me. Luca's response: "It's not my fault you didn't bring a bike and Sam's is too li-ul fo you." I proceeded to chase him to the playground where he asked me if I could teach him to play "proppa" basketball.
So it's about 12:08 am on Christmas morning and I will likely be woken up in approximately 6 hours, so I best be going to bed now.
Merry Christmas (or Happy Christmas, as the Brits say) to all!
Love,
Karey
