Day #8

Happy Birthday Dad!!  It was Ace’s birthday yesterday.  It was big one although I won’t reveal the number.  He sounded remarkably chipper for someone who really dislikes his own birthday.  Funny, cause he loves everyone else’s!!

It was a lovely day here in London.  Probably about 45 – 50 degrees.  Sunny.  Not a day for hanging out in a museum. After 7 straight days of education we needed a bit of a break. Cal has been jonesing to go to the Princess Diana Memorial Park in Kensington Park complete with pirate ships, concrete crocodiles and all things JM Barriesque.  With such a great day at hand, it seemed mean to deny him.  Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem being mean when the occasion warrants but not today.

So another AM at school, lunch in the apt and then we hit the road.   On the bus ride we fantasized about getting a flat on Bayswater Road.  The ones that face the park with their own private gardens would be fantastic.  Once Blake produces his Broadway hit, maybe.

The park was great.  Declan was on his best big brother behavior.  Cal lapped it up like a cat.  “Hey Mom, Declan’s being nice to me.”  The most amazing thing we heard today.

City of Brotherly Love

Then I was almost trampled to death on a shop on Oxford St.  There is a shop here called Primark, kind of a mix between Target, HM and Old Navy.  It is mobbed with young things from the continent who FILL their bags with shirts for 6 pounds each and mod sweaters for 12 pounds.  The line to try things on must have been 30 minutes long.  It can’t be THAT good.

Now its Arsenal vs. Barcelona on the telly and the boys on their way to bed.  Tate Modern tomorrow after another morning of cramming some education into the boys.