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Barcelona
BARCELONA!!!!!
This summer my mom came to London again, which meant that we could leave the kids and get away for a quick weekend.
How flat-out lucky are we?
We were thinking we could get away the second week in July, and this time we had our eyes on Spain. Neither of us had been yet and it was the obvious choice.
That makes it easy enough – Barcelona it is!
Our pre-trip research began and ended with watching the Barcelona episode of “I’ll Have What Phil’s Having.”
That show told us everything we really needed to know – which is what to eat. And where. The host – Phil – is charming and fun and I’m pretty sure he’s our friend now.
Rich booked our flight and hotel, and we were on our way.
Goals = Tapas, Sangria, and Paella.
We arrived at our beautiful boutique hotel. Great job honey.



Then we went straight out to explore the “La Boqueria” market. It was within walking distance of our hotel and it did not disappoint.
Oh my.
Oh my goodness.
Fruit. Meat. Fish. Cheese.
Fruit again. Laid out in beautiful, eat-me-right-now fashion.
It’s well and widely known that I’m a *bit* of a fruit extremist.
So naturally, I’m all up in this place.
How can I make this my life? I want to eat all the fruit within eye shot. I will work for them, and they can pay me in pineapple and cherries. And I’ll never be sad about anything. Or – I could move in! Just roll myself out a sleeping bag and sleep in the aisle. And everyone would be like, “What happened to Emy?” And Rich would be like “I lost her to the fruit. She has become a recluse inside the market and can no longer be reasoned with.”
#myprecious
Drool face.
Googly eyes.
Heart times a million with La Boqueria.











I peeled myself away from the fruit section and we made our way to the meat and cheese.
Yes!
We had some cheese, the famous Jamon (ham), and had some fried seafood.













Then, because that wasn’t enough – we located our final destination inside the market = a restaurant called El Quim de la Boqueria. The place that our *friend* Phil had recommended to us. And at first, we couldn’t figure out how to get any food. There were, like, 20 barstools around the workstation. And every single barstool was occupied with a human – eating, and mostly leisurely drinking and chatting. Then beyond that, were maybe 40 other people just standing around… with no rhyme, reason, or purpose. So we watched for a while. We almost dropped it and left. It wasn’t making any sense. When one of the lucky diners got up, everyone wiggled their way toward that empty barstool. And whoever got there first was the winner. Like, grown up musical chairs. No line. No one in charge. Free-for-all for empty seats.
Once we understood how to play, we were ON IT. I circled. Rich and I were both servers for several years. In those years, we honed a special skill – not often used, but now suddenly crucial to our existence. This special skill is knowing when people are close to being done eating. I positioned myself between our two likeliest candidates. And wouldn’t you know it, candidate number one was finished within minutes and our butts were on those stools. Thank you very much.
We tried our first In-Spain “potato bravas” with croquettes and then moved on to the prestigious squid omelette.
It was also here that we had our first In-Spain sangria. Hello!!!! It was like glug glug glug glug SO GOOD.



We wandered around, down the main shopping area, Las Ramblas.


We found the Sagrada Familia. Obviously awesome. We didn’t feel the need to go inside because the outside is an experience in itself. I read through my guidebook while we walked around it and we appreciated it even more.



The streets of the city are chill and green.












I love a good set of doors.
AND when a city takes time to make it’s manhole-covers a work of art all on their own.



Here is a typical Tapas menu.

During the days – because we’re us – we went to the beach.
Barcelonetta Beach one day and Platja de la Nova Icaria Beach the other.



The first was a fun-music-party scene.
The second was quiet, peaceful, and surprisingly well equipped.


Along the beach – one of the main items being sold was “beach sheets.” I decided I should have one and I could probably get it back into my luggage somehow. Worst case, I would just have to wear it as a blanket scarf.

I carefully perused the offerings and then bargained for my choice. I enjoy a good haggle.
Look at that! Pretty AND Functional.

And might I note that at BOTH beaches – quiet and calm or music-party. Most of the women were topless. I actually would’ve liked to have had the children with us for this. Especially the boys. The European attitude towards nudity is something that I support. Listen… it’s just boobs. Americans can be so weird about it. When you are there – it’s not like people are running down to the sand ripping their clothes off and screaming “I can’t wait to get naked!” It’s so casual and non-sexual. I’m not sure you can understand it until you go there. No one is oogling or judgmentally staring. In my humble opinion – it’s good for boys, and men, to have a realistic expectation of a woman’s body. The images of women that young boys are exposed to are confusing. When they enter the dating world, their girlfriend’s body isn’t going to look like a brushed-over supermodel. More importantly, they shouldn’t expect her to.
I’m not about to go make a flash card set of tasteful-naked-women pictures or anything. I’m just saying – I would argue that exposure to occasional, casual, non-sexual nudity at a young age satisfies boys’ curiosity in a healthy way.
Anyway… that’s enough of that.
If you’re wondering whether or not I joined in…. welll… all I have to say is “you only go around one time” or “when in Rome, do as the Romans do” or whatever cliche thing you would like to insert here.

We liked the beach at night too.
Rich even risked his life by purchasing, and drinking, a mojito from a guy just walking down the beach. As in, this guy wasn’t with a resort or restaurant or anything. Just a dude with a box-lid-turned-tray of drinks he made… himself… I guess. Rich is like, “It’s good.” and I’m like “I’m sure it is. But one of us has to return home to the children, I’m not drinking that.”

Speaking of drinking… that’s leads me to eating….
We had Potatos Bravas and Sangria with nearly every meal.
We were like “Well…. we better try THIS PLACE’s bravas.. and their Sangria. You never know…. It’s better to be thorough with something like this.”



We tried a different version of Tapas. This type is called Pinchos, and these are little concoctions stacked on top of little pieces of bread – each stuck with a little stick. You go along and pick pieces you would like. It’s quick and casual; more like snack time. Then you just pay according to your sticks that are left behind. This one was tough. There was no English and minimal staff because we were there at an odd time. We ordered Sangria and just did our best.



We LEGIT had no idea what we were eating.
THEN we went to this place, called Tapeo – a recommendation from my Rick Steves guide book. I definitely knew what we were eating and it was delicious. So good I barely got a picture. Sangria was the best here.
Probably our favorite meal of the whole trip.

I don’t know if that was our favorite.. because this was also our favorite:
Chringuito Las Sardinitas is the name of the restaurant. It sits right on the beach.
The previous meal was favorite non-paella and mussels meal.
And this one is our favorite paella and mussels meal.
This place had been recommended to us by a friend – who told us to go here if we wanted good Paella. And I was like “I DO want good Paella.” We sat down right as the restaurant was opening for lunch. And the waiter was like “Paella takes 20 minutes and the chef who makes the Paella won’t be in for another 15 minutes.”
I was like… “Well we came here for it. I guess we are waiting for the man.” And I mean…. we’re sitting on the beach, no kids yelling at us, suns out, cold drink. Waiting is not going to be an issue for me.
Paella man earns it. He deserves to be waited for.




Our *friend Phil* recommended we go here for the hot chocolate. Even though it’s summer, it’s still a thing here. And it’s a thing specifically in this cafe. Phil NEVER steers us wrong, so we did as we were told and reported here right when they opened for the afternoon. And we weren’t the only ones.




You dip and then you eat and then you drink.
Sweet but not too sweet. Creamy and smooth, but still light. Deep flavor, but still familiar.
Delicious is an understatement.
I think I had to rest my head on the table for a second.
If I lived anywhere within a throw of this place I would be in major trouble.
Because it was cheap too.


Also on the cheap treat scale, was a little beauty called a “Farto.” They were being advertised at 5 for $1 and we were charmed by the name so we had some. And they were also just a prefect little treat. Not too much of anything, just right perfect where they need to be.



The only thing I have left to add is how easy and convenient public transit is in Barcelona. Especially out to the airport. In some cities there are multiple airports and train lines that run out to them. And in some cases, the airports are far from the city center.
Not here. Barcelona isn’t too big, and the airport is close to downtown. You can just hop on the public *air conditioned* airport transfer bus for like, $5. Equipped with power adapters and luggage racks. The entire trip took 25 minutes. IT WAS AWESOME.
Thank you, Barcelona, for this.

I found the smoking culture in Barcelona to be horrendously disappointing. I’m not sure why – STILL – Europe is stuck on smoking. They are super careful with their food laws and regulations, but smoking is still heavily part of life. Barcelona was especially bad for this. While having one of our meals on the beach, a French couple right next to us smoked THE ENTIRE TIME. Like, three cigarettes each, in the span of our meal. By the end of our trip, I had learned if we wanted to limit our smoke exposure it was better to ask for an inside seat. But… that….. SUCKS for us. I want to eat outside with all of the cool kids… So, whatever on that.
I would also note, that I was a little surprised at the prices here. I hadn’t expected them to be quite so high everywhere. I know Barcelona isn’t necessarily known for being a “budget” type city but it doesn’t have a really expensive reputation like London or Paris or Monaco. I guess my expectations were just a little off. Lesson learned.
Other than those two things, I found Barcelona to be charming and cool and definitely delicious. Every bit as much as we had hoped it would be.
I would be happy to return again, if only to visit the fruit market alone.
Where we stayed:
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Our London Life: Outings and Raising City Kids
I wanted to put together a few posts about our life here in the UK to commemorate our time here so far. There are three, this is the third. And the one that is the most fun.
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When we moved to London, I didn’t know what to expect on raising our children in this city. I have been so pleasantly surprised. London is a great place to have a family. It is not without it’s challenges, but overall is absolutely amazing for children.
London offers a wide variety of fun options for families, and we have only explored the tip of the ice-burg.
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Public transit – OF COURSE – is our best friend.
Smooth, easy, safe, and clean. It is the way to go.
We find navigating around London with the kids to be relatively simple.
“Hold a hand, and don’t touch anything that you don’t have to touch.” That’s our main mantra while we’re out.
Things that make it more stressful: having a stroller, a big crowd, and the sun going down.
But other than that… We snack. We play. We get there safely and cheaply.


















We even take public transit to Ikea!
Can’t exactly bring a couch back with us on the train, but it works when we just need small things. I told them if they wanted the giant stuffed animals, they would have to carry them home. And they did.



When not using public transit, we walk, bike, and scoot. The kids are complete pros at this – and naturally there are sidewalk walking/biking/scooting rules.











Our most regular outings are just to our local parks, playgrounds, greens and commons.






Ok! So we use public transit, we go to the park a lot.
But other than that here are the outings in and around London that we have done and really enjoyed:
One of the first outings we made after moving to London was to Battersea Children’s Zoo. We were just getting our bearings, and this was a good place to start.



We soon ventured with the big boys to Legoland, which is outside the city in Windsor.







During a visit with family we went to Diana Memorial Playground at Kensington Palace. It’s a woodsy-type play area, with lots of little surprises. Different, sweet and fun.





During one of my mom’s visits, she gifted the big boys with a trip to Kidzania – where they got to pretend to do a variety of jobs inside a little town.




We – naturally – visited the London Zoo.
A big hit for us.






A big favorite of ours has been the ginormous, beautiful and FREE! Natural History Museum. This is where the dinosaurs are. And, you can stop and talk with volunteers – who often have fossils or bones you can hold.
It’s a short tube ride away, and we’ve been there more than a handful of times.
The building itself is worth a walk through, if you’re in the neighborhood.











Another place that we LOVE and have been to more than a few times is the Magic Garden at Hampton Court Palace. It’s not free, but it’s not expensive either.
It’s not too far from the house.
And as you can see – it is, IN FACT, magical.

















Also on the many “times visited list” – Kew Royal Botanic Gardens.
This is probably my favorite place in all of London to take the kids.
It’s massive.
It’s quiet and beautiful.
We’ve been there in all the seasons and there’s always something great to see….
The amazing green houses.




The gardens.


The tree top walk way.


The giant trees.




The Japanese Garden.

We like to bring a picnic lunch.

We like to go into the “Hive” where you can learn about how a bee-hive works, and how bees communicate.








We like to visit the manor house, with cafes and an ice cream shop.

During our regular visits, we didn’t get to explore the gardens as thoroughly as Finn would like. So, him and I went for the day on our own – where he was free to stop and read the scientific name of every tree and plant we saw. We explored the Orchid show in the Princes of Whales Greenhouse. We then went to the Horniman Gallery, which houses the permanent collection of nature paintings and wood samples from around the world and temporarily housed the exhibit of dried flowers.
It was cold and rainy and he just had the BEST time. And so did I.











Then in December, Kew lights up for Christmas!
It’s magical, complete with singing trees and toasted marshmallows, and we’ve gone every year.










Back in the city, during the winter is a spectacle called Winter Wonderland, the likes of which I have never seen. It’s a major Winter Festival and Carnival that appears in Hyde Park out of thin air. It’s got everything… a Bavarian beer hall, an ice bar, a complete-in-a-tent circus show, Christmas shops, an ice rink, MULLED WINE, smoked salmon, brat-worst… etc.
I mean, it’s the real deal.
And, we have also been here every year.





Also during Christmas-time, London lights up in spectacular fashion.










Also around Christmas-time, we’ve had some great experiences at the theater.
London, obviously, has great theater.
But a fun surprise has been all of the great kids shows and children’s theaters that exist. Grandma Susie has taken the boys to the traditional British Pantomime show every year.






And of course… HAMILTON.

Moving on…
We’ve been for tea.
Both fancy and casual.
I love tea time and I’m in for it. All day, every day.




Another great part of town that we’ve visited a little bit is called Camden Market. Hipster central and home to some of the coolest shops and hippest food you will ever see.






Most recently, we ventured slightly outside the city to a Lavender Farm. And although the lavender itself was a little lack-luster (from the dry summer, I presume) we still had a great time. We even mingled with the royals!






That concludes all the outings we’ve been able to accomplish in and around London in our three short years here.
Congratulations. You have completed the set of “Life in London” posts.
If you haven’t been to London… what are you waiting for?
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Our London Life: Public School and Free Healthcare?!
I wanted to put together a few posts about our life here in the UK to commemorate our time here so far. There are three, this is the second.
It’s also the most wordy. Strap yourself in.
PUBLIC SCHOOL –
When we were planning our move here from America, we considered private school options. We weighed our options carefully and decided to “gamble” on a public school. We knew very little about the education system, but we just went with our gut on the decision because we wanted the children to have an authentic British experience. And that meant putting them into British public school instead of an international private school.
We SO made the right call.
Our local public school is *awesome.* I’m aware of the fact that, like the US, the public education system is having a little bit of a hard time in the UK right now. But our experience at our school has been nothing but stellar.
Here in the UK, government funded public school starts at age 3 with half day Nursery. Then at age 4, children go into Reception – which is a full five days. From there, they move up into Year 1, Year 2 and so on.





When we first moved here, because of the American-UK curriculum difference, Harry was severely behind. The kids he entered into school with here were reading books and writing poems, while he had just begun learning sight words. Not only did the staff fully support him, they caught him up and he now exceeds standards in several areas.
Our school is considered relatively large, and we have about 30 kids to each classroom. Three classes per grade level. That room is staffed with a teacher and full time teacher’s assistant. Also, children who are behind in areas or ahead in areas get pulled out for certain times and allocated to other resource teachers. Students aren’t given grades, but are given a status in each benchmark of “working towards” “working at” or “working at greater depth.”
So, for example when Harry first arrived, he was “working towards” all of the curriculum goals in Reading and Writing. They would pull him out for certain phonics help with the resource teacher to move him towards “working at” – which he is now at.
In Math, he easily moved up and now he is “working at greater depth.” For ‘working at greater depth’ he gets pulled out at certain times, to work extra on Math to further challenge and increase his math skills. In other words, they have support on either side of the spectrum.
As part of the standard curriculum, they also receive French, Music, and Computing once a week. They also have Art/Design Technology once a week, taught in their classroom where they do everything from paint and design to sewing and pottery. Also, weekly, they have a lesson in either Religious Education or PSHE (personal, social, health and economic). In these lessons, they cover a wide range of topics including all types of religion, how to deal with stress, appropriate social and sexual behavior, and how to keep themselves healthy. Some of these RE and PHSE lessons have been more impactful for them than anything else they’ve learned at school.
For physical education, they have two hours a week of dedicated PE time. Something I think is interesting, is that they contract out the PE education. The whole PE staff is from a private company that the school hires, and they run their curriculum based upon national standards. And at any new year, they could shop for a new PE company and have a whole new one. In addition to the entire PE course, they offer before and after-school sports classes – like soccer and rugby – right at school that we can sign up for. For an extra fee… of course.
In addition to PE, our school participates in the “Daily Mile.” This is a dedicated 15m time, separate from PE or break time, that the children are taken outside to walk or run along a designated path for 15 minutes. My boys typically run most of it, they say. I think that is an excellent part of their day, and benefits them in so many ways. I’m so grateful that our school does it.
Swimming is a national curriculum requirement, so all Year 4 children are marched to the nearest pool for swim lessons. At our previous school – Riversdale – ALL students swam weekly because they had a pool in-house.
Also, most schools – including ours – have scooter riding safety and street bike riding lessons at the age appropriate levels as part of the school day in the summer term.
Another thing I think is really cool is their ‘yearly performance.’ Every school year each individual class puts on a performance. The performance is always tied into their “Topic” of the term, and it’s not only fun for them and a great way to socialize and bond with classmates, but it is very educational. The children write most of the lines. Every student will have at least one line. And some students have many. There will be music and choreography, basic costumes and lighting. Here are few pictures from Finn’s performance this year.



Both of the boys have gotten very excited about their class performances in the past. Even though they don’t have huge parts and they aren’t the most outgoing, they both appreciate the teamwork and cooperation it takes to put the performance on and are happy to be involved.
Lunch – always hot. And, like PE, catered in by a private company. So, if the school isn’t happy with the lunch service, the school is free to choose a different one. We book and pay for lunches online. And for children in Reception, Year 1, and Year 2 – lunch is free.
And then, in the afternoon or the morning depending on when they have lunch – the children have an additional fruit snack. This is just a piece of fresh or dried fruit that is packed by us each morning.
I have been very impressed with the school lunch companies. I think they offer a good balance of kid-friendly options while making it unique and healthy. Our current company boasts locally sourced milk and produce. They offer familiar dishes like pizza, and fish and chips. But on different days have Roast Turkey and Creamy Chicken Curry. Here is their current menu:
Click to access Summer-2018-Menu-Final.pdf
The kids have an hour for lunch and play. They are monitored by staff and cannot have their pudding (dessert) unless they’ve eaten most of their lunch. And, if your child doesn’t eat their lunch well enough, after a few days, you’ll get a note home. And if it continues, they will suggest you pack a lunch for them. The staff also helps, especially if they are in reception, to cut up their food.
The Reception and Nursery EACH have their own outdoor play areas, separate from the rest of the school.




Also – just like Harry Potter – there are “Houses.” I didn’t know this was a real thing, and now I feel so stupid. But, just like Harry Potter, the entire school is split into four houses. Our houses are Red, Green, Blue, and Yellow. If you have siblings in the school, then you all go into the same house. I think it adds an extra dimension to the school of belonging and togetherness. For doing good things, you might get a house token or two. Sometimes you get a house token for eating all of your lunch, or helping a friend, or going above and beyond on your homework. Then, you put your house tokens into the house token tubes. The tokens are counted up and at the end of the week and – every Friday – there is a celebration assembly.
At celebration assembly, each teacher gives out a “Star of the Week” award. There might sometimes be additional school-wide awards for special work in Math or English. *Harry got the Year 4 Math award – the only one out of the class. Just saying. Brag moment.* Then, the students are updated on the ‘goings on’ around the school by either the student council representatives (yes, they have a student council) or by the house captains. Then the House Cup is awarded to whichever house earned the most tokens and that house is given extra play time. Then they usually sing a couple songs and are released. If your child is the “Star of the Week” then you are invited to attend the celebration assembly. Well… actually you are basically required to attend. It’s special and fun to go.
Also – absolute mandatory parent attendance is the yearly “Sports Day” where children compete in their house colors in various track and field events. Go Green House!!



If you’re wondering how they have time to fit all of these lessons and assemblies and long lunches in, here is Harry’s current schedule:
Currently a little bit under scrutiny because of funding issues, are the field trips. The field trips have been great experiences for Harry and Finn, and I hope that the school can maintain them. They’ve gotten to visit several museums, an urban farm, the London Eye, and Kew Royal Botanical Gardens.
Harry, in Year 4, got to go on a two-night “residential” trip to a countryside estate where they focused on outdoor education and team building. And in Year 5, the school takes them to France where they learn to bake croissants and visit a snail farm and historic town center.

The community around the school is very social and inviting. There are lots of parent social events – like Class Drinks, Class Coffee morning, Wine Night, Quiz night, Parent Social. And of course, there are lots of fundraising events.
Other fun things:
– Homework is minimal.
– There is Christmas at school. England doesn’t claim to separate church and state. So, while they recognize and respect other religions, it is officially a Christian country. No apologies. They have a Christas tree in the hall and sing-a-long night.
– THERE IS BOOZE AT SCHOOL. This one still gets me every time. For every fundraiser or event. Whether it be mulled wine at the Christmas concert or Pimms at the Summer Fair – there will be booze and lots of it. #LondonWinsSchool
– The school is often rented out for birthday parties and private events. This helps the school earn extra money, and is a convenient meeting place for families.
– Security is tight. The entire school is gated with a intercom system. And once you’re inside the gates, you have to be separately buzzed into the building. Parents are not allowed into the building at anytime during the school day unless authorized through the office.
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PUBLIC HEALTHCARE –
ALRIGHT. I knew nothing about UK healthcare before we moved here.
NOTHING.
Universal healthcare?
Free?
What does that even mean?
As far as I can tell, it means that if you pay taxes or are a UK resident, you receive healthcare as a *small* perk of that.
They call it care from ‘birth to grave’ and they’ve been doing it like this since the 1940s.
Here is all I know:
When you move to an area, you register with the local General Practice (GP). There are several doctors and nurses working in the facility and you can choose a doctor that you’d like to be your ‘main physician.’ Once you and the family are registered then you can begin using this facility as needed.
When someone is sick, you call the doctor. They have a certain amount of ‘on the day appointments’ and they also make appointments in advance. If you need to be seen on the day, and your doctors office is full, you then have the option to go to more of a Emergency Care or ER type situation. Alternatively – if you can’t get a same day appointment, you can call 111. This is the NHS hotline (National Healthcare Service) and they will ask you a series of questions to determine the seriousness of your illness. If they determine that you need to be seen right away – they can call your local GP and request an appointment for you. Basically they can override the system.
The local GP also does any other regular appointments and shots that we might need. And thankfully they send me reminders on when to make those. They don’t see the children for yearly health checks unless you request it. But they have been great about preventive screenings for women – and reminders for those.
Also, our local GP has been great about calling me back. Most of the time I just want to talk to a doctor instead of come in. The receptionist takes my number, and the doctor has called me back within half a day every time except one (in which she called in the afternoon). They are always patient and helpful on the phone. Sometimes after talking with the doctor she has determined she would like to see us and gets us in same day. But also – after talking with me about a chronic issue, she just sent me a script right to the pharmacy and I didn’t have to come in.
Another thing our local GP is great about – is giving priority to children. If Rich or I call to make an appointment, they will tell me that the day is booked. But if I specify that it’s for a child – there will suddenly be space. And if there’s still not space – the doctor will make time to call you.
They will not give you an antibiotic all willy nilly. This is obviously better for long term health. But it was hard to get used to. If you bring your child in on a three day fever, they will often send you back home with NOTHING. If it continues and you make a second visit, then you will likely get an antibiotic for that.
However – if you are REALLY in need – as I have been TWICE – they will give it to you quickly. I started running a fever and was terribly sick the day before we were supposed to fly to Vegas. I went to the doctor in the morning before our flight, told them we were leaving, they gave me basically a Zpac and I was almost better before we landed in Vegas. Then again, I got terribly sick with a sinus infection right before we planned to leave for Barcelona. I went to the doctor the day before we left and she loaded me up with antibiotics, sinus medication, and high powered headache meds. I was back to myself by the time we arrived in Barcelona.
So, all I’m saying is…. They can tell the difference. They won’t just hand things out. WHICH IS A GOOD THING. But, if you are really in need. They’ve got it. They’ve got the good stuff. And they will help you.
I’ve never felt like our care at the local GP has been negative or unsatisfactory at all. Yes, sometimes I’m on hold for a long time and sometimes I have to wait for the doctor to call me back. But those are small things. And, when we’ve needed anything they’ve always cared for us promptly and effectively.
A fun little difference from America, at least at our GP, is that the nurses don’t bring you back to the patient room. The nurses work on the first floor and see patients, do paps, administer shots etc. The doctors sit on a different level in the patient rooms and buzz you through an intercom into the waiting room when they are ready for you.
OK, that’s the local GP. And allllll of that is “free” through our taxes.
Cost of appointments = 0
Cost of shots/tests/fees = 0
Cost of scripts for kids = 0
Cost of scripts for adults = flat fee of $8, or a monthly fee of $30 (if you need more than three), and certain people can apply for an exception certificate so that all of your medications are free.
CONTRACEPTION IS FREE.
With NHS you are not taking your children to regular well checks. This was a big change for me. However, your child will still get plenty of care. NHS sends out health visitors to your home when you have a baby, and as the baby grows they will come again. Also – there are NHS funded Children’s Centres where you can go and get them evaluated if you have concerns. Also at the Children’s Centres are free parent support classes and playgroups that are regularly attended by an NHS speech and language therapists. You can just drop in and ask questions.
Other than the regular GP, we’ve only needed an ER type situation once (knock on some wood right now). Viv inhaled some baby powder and I was a little over-reactionary. I called 111 and they recommended she be monitored. Anyway… nothing serious, we were home a few hours later. Happy with the staff and the care we received.
The only other time we’ve needed care outside of the GP was for Rich’s vasectomy at the hospital. We used standard NHS on everything. I took a few weeks to get an appointment, but in our situation it didn’t matter. It went great. Nothing exceptional to report. Which, I think in this situation is exactly what you want.
And again – all of that…. completely free to us.
We are so freaking lucky to be generally healthy. I know that. In a situation where you have serious ongoing issues, or a chronic condition – I can’t speak to NHS on those subjects.
PRIVATE HEALTH INSURANCE:
Even though there is a comprehensive health system available for every citizen (and tourist!), there is still a private health insurance route.
Through Rich’s company here, we pay for ‘private insurance.’ Some people at the company recommended it. So we have it. We pay an entire £70/month for our private insurance. I was like “Is that a joke? What does that even do?” And during our time here, I’ve told Rich several times to just drop it, because we never need or use it. By the way, that £70 disregards any previous medical conditions and covers us when we travel.
But anyway – we pay for it. And I’ve “gone private” exactly two times.
Having this private insurance doesn’t really do much on a regular basis. Like, at the GP, it serves no real purpose. And that took me a LONGGG time to figure out. Where it comes into play, is when you need to see a specialist. When you have an issue that needs to be seen by a specialist, the regular GP will offer you a referral. The referral will be with NHS. But they may also tell you about your private options, depending on the issue.
And here’s how it worked for us:
Finn needed to see an ENT because he essentially couldn’t hear out of one ear. The NHS ENT could get us in for an appointment in three weeks. A local private option could get us an appointment in one week. This was not necessarily an emergency, obviously. But I decided to go private because we were already paying for it and because the private ENT was marginally closer to the house.
Similar to American health insurance, we pay our monthly payment and then we pay any additional costs associated with our plan.
Finn went for three visits. Each time, his hearing was tested by a technician and then we visited with the doctor and discussed the test results and treatment.
The total cost of his visits was £925.
We paid £150.
We paid £150 because that is the maximum annual out of pocket expense per person on our plan. So if he went back 10 more times in that year, or had an operation, we still wouldn’t have to pay more than that.
The second time we “went private” was to have Vivian’s eye mole evaluated. Again, not an emergency, but definitely a case for a specialist. And I went private, again, as a matter of convenience. The GP recommended she go straight to a pediatric plastic surgeon to have it evaluated. The nearest private option is closer to the house than the nearest NHS option. All of the same payment information applied. Her mole is healthy.
So, even though we do pay for health insurance, it’s ridiculously cheap compared to what I’m used to in America. And most of the time, I don’t even need to use it.
ALL PRICES ARE POSTED
WHAT’S HANDY in this whole situation is that a private hospital or doctor has all of their prices listed on their website.
AH what??
Yes.
There’s no phone calls to the insurance or paperwork to fill out or we’ll see how much we get billed.
There is no mystery around here. For all of this I knew exactly how much I was going to pay up front.
It’s completely awesome.
And so simple it’s ridiculous.
DENTAL AND EYE –
Through NHS, all children receive basic free dental and eye care.
For adults, NHS offers basic care. And it’s similar to the medical system in that you’ll have to wait for some things. We carry private dental insurance, because once again it was recommended to us. We pay £13/month for our family and for each adult we have a yearly spending limit around £120. We can shop dentists – all of the dentists post their prices up front on the website or at the office. You know in advance how much you will spend, and you pay upfront. Then, you put in for reimbursement from the insurance company.
Now that I’ve gotten used to how it works here, I’ve come to rely on it. It was a big adjustment, but I love it now. I know that healthcare is complicated, but here it at least SEEMS more simple.
I thought that the doctors might be mundane government employees with no motivation. That was a stupid, inconsiderate thought. I have found all of the doctors to be genuinely kind and wanting to help. They are sometimes blunt and no-nonsense, and might tell you the truth if you aren’t seriously sick enough to be in there.
But if you are, they will listen and take care of you. In fact, in this system, I think they are more protected by their employer (the government) vs their American private counter-parts. I imagine they have less to worry about, since they aren’t also essentially running a business and worrying about mal-practice. And this allows them to just focus more on patient care.
In addition, I think there are economic benefits. My housekeeper can charge me her hourly rate. And if she breaks a finger or gets cancer, she doesn’t have to worry about the cost of that. She can freely work, and keep her rate competitive. And since everyone can do this, from nannies to gardeners, to electricians to small business owners, to waiters to artists – this keeps the cost of low level labor down. Which makes it easier on everyone.
All I’m saying is… I’m here.
I’m an American living in the UK directly experiencing a successful Universal Healthcare system. And I have to say, I’m convinced. I’m not only convinced that it can work, I’m jealous. It’s a good thing they have going here. And I’m mad/sad/jealous that I won’t have access to it for the rest of my life.
IN CONCLUSION –
All prices for healthcare are posted on websites and easy to find.
If it’s not life-threatening you will wait.
If it is life-threatening, you will be cared for.
If you get cancer you won’t also go bankrupt.
There are no bogus fees and no insurance paperwork to fill out.
Sometimes there are long waits, modest buildings, and minimal staff.
Possibly better patient care because doctors are less burdened.
Possibly keeps low level labor costs down.
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Alrighty, that concludes part two of the “Life in London” series.
Public school and healthcare.
Admittedly, I don’t know everything.
I only know (as is the usual with everything else on MY blog) my experience, in 2018, seen through my American-colored glasses.
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Our London Life: Neighborhood Life
I wanted to put together a few posts about our life here in the UK to commemorate our time here so far. There are three, this is the first. A love letter to our neighborhood.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD
We live in Southwest London. Known for green space and raising babies.
“Affordable” housing and good schools.
Low crime.
Good links to transport.
Let’s walk around….
Heading out, pretty much every street in our entire universe looks just like this:

Here is when two streets meet:

The entire area is heavily residential, with 98% of the homes being a version of this:


Victorian and Edwardian homes built in the late 1800s and early 1900s. And if you want to live in this neighborhood, this is the type of house you will have. Just one after another – street after street after street. It’s amazing how similar they all look at first, but they become so different as you get to know them.
Housing is expensive. But like all the other people living in a major city anywhere else in the world – it’s just a reality we put up with. I feel like we make up the housing cost by saving in other ways. One of those ways – is by NOT having a car. No car payment, no car insurance payment, no fuel costs, no parking fees. London’s public transit system makes this very practical for us – both around our local area and around the city at large.
Every thing that we need is within walking distance. If it’s not, we can take a quick train or bus. Occasionally, something is inconvenient by public transit and we can take an Uber or call a cab. We’re used to it now and so are the kids. They walk. We walk. And, although my children regularly challenge their safety by “constantly trying to get run over” as Rich says, walking is generally much safer than driving, I just like that little added bonus.
One of the major draws of SouthWest London is all of the green space. And I’m going to take you to the parks first because it’s my FAVORITE part of our neighborhood.
We have three neighborhood parks. And we are here ALL THE TIME. In the summer…. sometimes, everyday. Our largest and most well-accommodated park is Wimbledon Park (10m walk). It has 12 lit tennis courts, two play areas, a splash pad, an active sand volleyball scene, a lawn bowling league, a putt-putt golf course, a cafe, a sailing pond, a track, beautiful landscape and a HUGE green. This park is my favorite of the three and it’s always milling with people, kids, and families. And it also happens to be where the masses camp out for Wimbledon tennis. So during those couple weeks, there is extra mayhem.










The Wimbledon Tournament Crazies:

The opposite direction from Wimbledon Park is King George Park. This one is probably the kid’s favorite because they like the playground the best. We can reach the tip of King George in about 5 minutes walk. It’s huge. The green space, again, huge. In King George there is a community center complete with a indoor swimming pool, gym and climbing wall, a second ‘leisure’ center, and a private gym – all of which we’ve used. In fact, it’s where we go for the kids’ swim lessons.
There are multiple fenced-in soccer fields, 12 tennis courts, a children’s center, landscaped gardens, two playgrounds, and a river walk. Plus, it is conveniently behind our nearest shopping center.









Thirdly, our smallest, but most visited park is the one behind the school and nearest to the house (3m walk) – Durnsford Recreation Ground.
It has two playgrounds – one that is perfect sized for Viv. It also has a small walking path – where the kids learned to ride bikes – and a nice open green where we can fly kites. This is Viv’s favorite place to come and (probably illegally) pick flowers. There is also a fenced in basketball area.





On all three of these parks, I would just like to mention that the ‘playground areas’ at each are completely fenced in. AND I APPRECIATE THAT.
Ok, since we’re over by the school – I’ll take you by there real quick. It’s a happy little place.


And here is the sweet little garden reserved for the nursery kids:





The school is also the location of the farmers market that takes place every Saturday, all year long.

From here we can circle back towards the house, out on the “main road” and we will find the bus stop, a cafe, a barber, a laundry mat/cleaner, a fixture supply store, a pharmacy, a mini-grocery store, an electronics repair shop, and a general store.
I can literally see this grocery store from my front porch…I love it in here. I have almost every shelf memorized, I know all the employees (by face), and my current record for visits in one day is 4. Sainsbury’s is a big grocery chain in the UK and they have large ‘big box’ type stores, but they also have mini stores all over the place called ‘locals.’ It doesn’t have everything, of course, but it has all of the staples. And I know of several meals that I can now whip up in a pinch from ingredients bought only from the local. Heart.

Also on the love scale – across the street, is JJ’s. It doesn’t look like much, but JJ’s is there for us.

When we need anything. JJ’s has it. All TWO isles are cramped, the shelves are almost too hard to manage – but they have at least one of everything in the world. And they’ve been there when I needed a dust pan, a mouse trap, a bottle of wine, a fidget spinner, San Pelligrino, a safety pin, latex gloves, a baby potty, and garden shears to name a few.
If we continue to walk down the street we find Papa Johns, a couple other restaurants.
And then our favorite take-away, our beloved, cannot live without it, hear the angels sing, Pasha. The only place in London, I hear – south of the river – where you can get a kebab made fresh within in the restaurant…. is this little hole in the corner of the wall.

For educational purposes, a Turkish kabob is this business right here:

Across the street from Pasha is the doctor! And a second local pharmacy. Pretty standard.

If you continue down the main road you would also find a few local pubs




Also (since gambling is legal here) a gambling… store? I don’t really know what to call it… and a butcher, various other general stores and services, and a Gymboree/karate combo building, and a luxury car dealership.




From there, we can walk down a little ways to our nearest overground rail station, Earlsfield Station. It takes us about 10m to walk here, 8m if you’re Rich (or me when I’m cold) but more like 12-14m if the kids are with us. From here, you can catch an overground train to lots of places, including a train that will take you to city center in three quick stops. This is Rich’s preferred method of commute.
Also by Earlsfield are piano lessons at the SWS Music School. Several great restaurants and pubs. A bakery and a Starbucks. Another ‘local’ type grocery store called “Tesco Express,” our rental management company’s office, a small local Theater, a “Flip Out” indoor trampoline park, THE BUS I TAKE TO THE HOLY GRAIL – ALDI, and a couple other odds and ends.




As I said – you can take the train to city center, BUT, you can take it the opposite direction – one stop – to Wimbledon Station.
At Wimbledon there is more shopping – but of most importance to us – the Centre Court shopping centre, the gaming shop where we have to check EVERY TIME for second-hand SkyLanders, my hairdresser, the eye doctor, the dentist, a large Kroger-type grocery store called Morrisons, and a couple other “local” type grocery stores called Little Waitrose, M&S simply food. There is also several other restaurants (including the BEST MEXICAN ever – Wahaca!), pubs, clothing and shoe stores, specialty stores, and toy and electronic stores. The YMCA. The library. A regular movie theater. A high-end BEAUTIFUL exclusive to Wimbledon department-style store called Elys. The Polka Theater (children’s), and the New Wimbledon Theater (100 year old landmark that puts on major productions and our local source of the English traditional Christmas Pantomime).






From Wimbledon station, called the ‘Broadway’ area we can walk up the hill towards “The Village” where there are more great restaurants and some fun boutique shops. This is also where we can access the Wimbledon Common. From the pictures up above, you can sort of see how large “Wimbledon Park” is. In this following picture, Wimbledon Park is the circle – it’s there as a frame of reference for how absolutely gigantic Wimbledon Common is. And butted up to that, Richmond Park. Even larger.
These are massive nature preserves. I’ve been surprised and impressed by the green space London has saved aside. From our location, a 40m train ride will take you to Big Ben, and a 10m car ride will take you to Wimbledon Common.

And here we are exploring part of Wimbledon Common:








Ok! From the Village – there are multiple ways to get back home. We’ll take the bus and tube.
We go one stop to Wimbledon Park.

When we pop up here, we can walk down the road and find several restaurants, a post office, an other ‘local type’ grocery store called The Co-Operative, a couple hairdressers, a community center, estate agents, and more specialty shops.











We can’t forget Finn’s favorite store to buy tic-tacs “Best One”

From this Tube station is also Rich’s second best commute option.
Door to door, about 50 minutes from home to work.
If we walk from the Tube station towards home, which would take us about 10m, we would also walk by the church that we prefer to attend (St Luke’s Church), and the local Mosque.


But, we’re not going home yet. I’m taking you the opposite direction. Up the hill!
If we walk up the hill from the station, we enter a very different side of the neighborhood. You know how I said that 98% of the homes look like those Edwardian ones. That is true. Then, maybe another 1% are flats and lofts above the store fronts, and then the last 1% are up the hill. They have a smidge more space and cost just a little bit more money.





That’s how the other half lives. Or the other 1%.
ANYWAYS, if you walk up the hill you are also treated to a view of the London skyline on a clear day:

If you continue up the hill and around the corner you will run into The All England Lawn and Tennis club (AELTC), which is where they host Wimbledon – or as it’s referred to here “the tennis” or “the championships.” When The Tennis is in full swing the neighborhood is in a different sort of state. People camp out in the park to get spots for tickets, the stores decorate with tennis like it’s Christmas. They change over the platform at the next Tube stop to a tennis court and obviously there are more people and more traffic.






Across from the AELTC, back towards home, is a convenient golf course. I had to peek myself over the hedges and try a couple times to get a picture, but don’t worry, it was fine. I only distracted two to three golfers.


From outside the golf course we can walk back home, if we cut through Wimbledon Park.
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RECYCLING –
Not long ago, our neighborhood rolled out an entirely new recycling program. New trash bins arrived at my house with all new recycling instructions. Including the new service of recycling clothing and batteries.
Now everyone’s cramped front gardens are filled with bins of all shapes and sizes, but I don’t care.
I think it’s totally awesome.

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OBSERVATIONS AND CULTURAL ADJUSTMENTS –
The cable, phone, and internet market is much more competitive here. We have a great internet package for CHEAP.
There is no tax on children’s clothing.
Parents making under 100k/year receive subsidies for 30hrs of daycare per week.
Needing and wanting childcare is not frowned upon, but almost expected. There are lots of nanny/Au Pair/mother’s help options available for a reasonable rate. And mothers don’t judge each other – or themselves – for using them. It is expected that a child will start attending some sort of part-time Nursery around two years old. And in addition to that, it’s very common for mothers – even ones that are home full time – to hire some daytime help.
Also very common, and available at a reasonable rate – housecleaners. Everyone I know has one.
Packaged food ingredient standards are STRICT. Food additives and preservatives are minimal – expiration dates are SHORT and should be taken seriously.
Eggs are brown and unrefrigerated.
GOOD bread and GOOD cheese are cheap.
Antibiotic is practically a naughty word, and is only siphoned out in small doses, when desperate. Better for the long term health of the patient, but took me a while to get on board with this.
Competitive sports for children are hard to find. Everything is more of what an American would think of as ‘rec league’ style.
Often, you have to pay for a public toilet. Consequently, they are (usually) cleaner.
There are no flat bed sheets.
Cigarette boxes have pictures of cancer on them.
Food containers are more often glass than plastic.
There are open-air urinals in areas around lots of pubs and bars. Helps with the street-pee smell.
There is no such thing as cream in your coffee. But there is definitely cream in your tea.
Also – no ice.
Leash laws are much more lax, and most pubs allow dogs.
The cultural view of things like nudity, body odor, and bras are more casual or seen as more “optional.”
What looks to you like a one-way street is just a regular street. When a car comes from another direction – we simply play chicken until someone can pull into or back into a parking space.
Dryers are optional. Kill me now.
First floor bathrooms are optional.
A 20 minute walk is acceptable and considered “within walking distance.”
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Even though the US and the UK have many cultural similarities, sometimes the divide is big. And I think, by now, we’ve made a good transition into this culture and my list of “things I miss from American life” is small and looks like this:
casual active wear as acceptable attire when NOT working out
air conditioning
sturdy food packaging
Target
public smoking laws
spaghetti squash
a real dryer
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*** on the accents ***
I get asked this question alllll the time, by Americans and Brits alike.
Are the kids getting a British accent??!?
And the answer is: sort of.
They say a FEW words like a Brit. Like water. And nearly. And car.
When they were first thrown into school they quickly started picking it up. And then they would spend a few days at home or on school break, and it would wear off a little bit.
I would tell friends that they sounded like someone TRYING to do a British accent and doing a bad job.
That’s how they used to sound to me.
Because they would fall in and out of it, were inconsistent with it, and incorrect with it. But they weren’t and aren’t TRYING to do anything.
They’re just little sponges, trying to make sense of the languages they are absorbing. On top of that, when we moved here Harry and Finn were both in the middle of trying to learn to read and getting taught British pronunciations of phonics.
But now, after being in school for almost three years, I think they’ve settled in to their mash up of accents, and have met their absorbency maximum. I notice the inconsistencies much less, and I will be surprised if we notice changes from this point on. It rose, tapered off, and now has plateaued.
To an American, they will sound part British. But to me, or someone who hears a full British accent all the time – they only sound… like, a quarter British.
When you hear their FULL Brit friends speak at school – they sound nothing like them. And I don’t think they could if they tried.
More than developing an accent, they now speak all of the Brit lingo. And, NOW, in order to communicate with them, I also speak the lingo. Most often: jumper (sweatshirt), trousers (pants), pants (underwear), bin (trash can), tell them off (to tell on someone).
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And… that concludes post number one of my “Life in London” series!
All is so good in the hood.
Read on for mysterious and exciting tales of doctor visits and trips to the museums.
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Prague

I don’t know….
Prague has me trippin.
Nothing’s perfect. Except for maybe Prague.
I feel like I belong to a secret club now, or something.
A secret society of people who have visited Prague and now know it’s greatness.
I just have so many feelings.
First off, Prague (like London and Paris and many other European mega stars) is over a thousand years old.
#respect
Just let that sink in a little bit.
For me to feel like I belong to a secret society of people to have walked in Prague is hilarious. Sooooo many other people have been here before me.
They have a clock in the square that is twice as old as the founding of the United States.

And that’s just a clock. The 500 year-old Astronomical Clock, which we actually didn’t get to see because it was under construction. SUPER SAD. Cue a little bit of devastation, but really, the only disappointment I experienced the entire time.
I don’t know… it’s like the world hasn’t discovered Prague or something. Some of the other cities, while AMAZING, have felt at times over-run, over-visited, over-used (ehm, Paris), just worn out in a way. Dirty and smoky.
Like they just need a freaking break in order to return to their former glory.
Not that they’re not glorious, because they can be… it’s just sometimes they’re not, you know?
And I’m including London in this.
But not Prague. It’s different. It’s totally major. And has just as much amazing history as London, Paris and Rome.
I’m here to tell you. GO TO PRAGUE.
Prague first popped up on my radar a few years ago, while watching Emily’s season of *The Bachelorette.*
Heyyyyaa.. That’s right.
I mean, like they do on the Bachelor/ette, they just made the city look so amazing. And I was like “I’m going to be there someday” and it’s remained on the very tip top of our list the entire time we’ve been sitting in the UK.
The original idea was for Greg and Janice + Rich, Harry and Finn to go to Miniatur Wunderland in Hamburg for a night or two while I stayed back with the babies.
But, I was like, “Hey, I think Prague is close to Hamburg… just let me take a quick look at flights. Just a real quick look and see.”
And before you know it, we book an AirBnB and everyone is going and we’re doing two cities in five days.
The only problem that I could really foresee was that I wasn’t sure if Prague was kid-friendly. Being kid-friendly, or family-friendly, requires a few specifics things -which I’ll get to. But I didn’t know if Prague would be that way.
Then I pulled from the back of my brain, somewhere I had read a “Europe’s Best” list and that the best zoo in Europe was in Prague. It stuck with me because I was so surprised.
And I thought, alright. We’ll start with that and hope for the best.
SO, ALRIGHT –
Fly from Hamburg to Prague. The flight itself is short – only a little over an hour – but of course we were delayed AGAIN. By just an hour this time. So, thankfully, it’s not too painful.
And we were waiting in the airport instead of inside the plane.
Which is helpful.
We were free to roam, play, wait 20 minutes in line for a cup of coffee… stuff like that.




We arrive. And by the way there is no passport control. SWEET!
I love that when that happens.
Just waltz right on it, says the Czech Republic.
I’m going to like you, I thought.
I can already tell.
Our AirBnB host had arranged a driver for all eight of us, for the entire price of 30 Euros.
I was like… ah ya, we’ll take that…. thankyouverymuch. And the driver was there waiting for us with his little sign.



We settle into our house with no issues.
And it’s in this old, sorta could-go-either-way type looking building.
But I mean, look at some of that detail work around the windows and the iron work on the door.
Just, you know. Average.



I know this apartment got tons of five star reviews, and I know it’s in a great location. But you still never really know. I look around and the street itself is light and clean. The neighborhood seems safe as well.
I’m happy.

We walk in and up three flights of stairs and I continue to appreciate the details of this building. The tile, the doors, the railings.




These were the doors to our apartment. I wish I would’ve taken a picture of every set of doors. They were beautiful.
Moving in, the apartment was as described. Light, clean, and spacious.
With a long row of bedrooms on the front, and a kitchen and bathroom along the back. When traveling anywhere in other people’s homes – you have to be ready to make concessions. And I didn’t know what to expect.
But honestly, this place was just right.









The view out the front:
Looking out behind the kitchen:

Only a few simple issues in the house.
1 – We could not figure how to get hot water.
2 – I could not figure out how to use the coffee maker.
3 – There was quite a bit of street noise at night.
4 – We spotted ants in the kitchen.
BUT:
1 – Papa figured out how to get hot water flowing.
2 – I’ll just make tea instead.
3 – We’ll close the windows at night….Or if it’s too hot for that, we’ll see if we can sleep through it. The kids all slept like literal rock stars. And I think even though us four adults took turns being woken in the night, for the most part we all slept.
The kids slept and that’s the important part.
Plus, here’s the thing. You can either be close to everything or you can have a quiet place to stay. But you can’t have both. We’ve learned that we prefer to prioritize a central location.
4 – We are very creature friendly…. and there were only a few. And the last morning I didn’t see any at all.
Oh, and I should mention the other quarky/historical/educational detail about the house – and slight hazard for the children.
Giant windows. Open straight down.
I’ve never seen windows anywhere else like this. They were in every home, building, and restaurant I spotted in Prague.
Quadruple pain – swing windows.


Definitely a little bit to get used to.
They aren’t quite as trecherous as they looked because with all the different panes to swing open, and a good two to three feet of casing, plus radiator – it would be challenging to actually climb up there well enough to fall out.
Possible, of course, but challenging.
I never felt overly worried about it. And I imagine the people of Prague who live in these homes full time don’t get overly worried about it either.
So that’s that.
And of course, upon arrival, it only took a few minutes for Finn to construct a fort.


OK!
Moving on. We settled in. Found a near-by KFC to grab a quick dinner. HAHAHAHA.
Then we got the kids in bed, left them safely guarded by papa, and went out in search of a grocery store and if we were lucky – some gelato.
We found said grocery store.
Managed to figure it out enough to buy food for breakfasts, drinks, treats and snacks. We we made it out in time to hit the gelato shop on the way home.
WINNING.
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Our first full day in Prague was officially ZOO day.
This visit was pretty hyped up.
I’d done some research. We’d been looking at the map online before hand. We’d peeked in at the live feeds on the elephants and taken a look at the offering of exhibits – which is extensive and very impressive and featured some of their favorites like Lemurs, Otters, Tigers, Hippos, Elephants, Polar Bears, Lions, a Giant Salamander, and so many more.
It has almost 9,000 reviews on TripAdvisor. And according to Trip Advisor, it’s the 5th best zoo in the entire world.
For our animal-lover babies, I badly wanted it to live up to the hype.
And I have to say, after being there for the entire day… it does.
First off – it’s huge.

Absolutely HUGE.
This is a good thing because it’s amazing, but a bad thing because it’s exhausting.
But for the most part, a good thing.
Sidenote – I made sure to make room in our luggage for Finn’s animal adventure gear. A gift from Grandma Susie. Because, of course, I wanted him to look awesome. And he excitedly wore it all day, even when it was kinda too hot.


Secondly, it’s essentially on a mountain.
The map doesn’t show elevations. So we had no idea about this. We visited a few enclosures near the entrance and then Finn wanted to take this random path over around the corner that kinda looked like it was going to nowhere. But he was insistent and it was early in the day – so we agreed to follow him.
And we climb up this path.
And up and up.
And UP and UP.



And again – this is a bad and good thing for us. Bad, because we weren’t expecting to go on a hike today. But it’s a good thing because as we climb up we start to get an amazing and unexpected view out and over the rest of the zoo and the city itself. We finally did spot some small random bird enclosures along this mountainous walking path, and Finn goes “I found parrots!!! TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
The weather was beautiful. We made it to the top and there was coffee, clean toilets, and ice cream. And we even saw a few more animals on the way.



The nice thing about inadvertently climbing to the top of a mountain was that everything was a downhill walk after that. So, really, we did the best thing first. We would’ve been way too gassed at the end of the day to make that trek.
We wandered around and covered the rest of the enclosures and exhibits during the rest of the day. Stopped for food and play.











There were a few giant, amazingly beautiful statues around that handily served as landmarks on the giant map.

Oh, and don’t forget – everything is in Czech. Might seem like a major problem, but it really wasn’t. The zoo is definitely NOT near the main tourist areas where you have the highest concentration of people able and willing to speak English + english translations of signs and menus. There was definitely a this-is-a-local-place type of vibe to the whole thing… lots of just Czech moms with kids and local-looking families. Despite that, most of the employees were helpful enough. And I was able to find an english translation sheet of the menu at the restaurant and fumble through an order.


Plus, most things are in pictures and we don’t like to read that much anyway.
Just in general, the enclosures were dreamy. The walks between the enclosures were dreamy. It was heavily wooded with plenty of shade, but still clean and easily walkable. It was more like taking a walk through the woods than it was being in a “zoo.”

As the afternoon went on we were definitely hitting a little bit of an energy slump. The sun was getting pretty hot, we’d walked ALOT.
But we continued on, and like an oasis in the dessert we happen upon a little pool. Little Czech babies running naked in and all around, and everybody just relaxing in the shade.
Finn, who is not only our animal-lover, but also our natural fish says “Hey! Hey! Can I get in the water?? Please!?!”
And honestly, I was sort of in a haze and I was like “I don’t know… don’t you want to continue on so that we can see the whatever whatever over there…” and he was like “NO. I want to go swim in that pool.”
And, then of course, Theo and Viv chip in “Ya! We want to too.”
But again, I was like, “Guys, I don’t know. We’re at the zoo. Do you really want to stop and do this when we have other animals to see? Plus, I didn’t bring anything for you to swim in.”
“That’s ok” says Finn. “Just let me put my feet in for A LITTLE BIT!”“What do you think daddy?” I say.
“I don’t think so guys.” Replies daddy. “We can swim another day.”
“Please. Just for a little bit. Really quick.”
“Alright.” We concede. “JUST your feet. JUST a little bit. We’re here at the zoo, remember. Aren’t you excited to move on?”
“yayyayaya whatever.. whatever… ”
And within three seconds flat, Finn has his shoes and socks off and is shoving them to me turning to the water without hesitation.
I look around at the other kids around the pool. And most of them, up to a certain age, are naked or nearly naked – because it’s Europe and that’s the way we do it.
And everybody is cool.
And I’m soaking in the beautiful weather and the beautiful mountainside view we have. I’m helping Vivi take off her shoes and socks. She gets in with her dress on. I’m taking off my sandals. The cool water is absolute heaven for my over heated ankles.
And Finn is just SO HAPPY gingerly splashing around. But, you know, after a few minutes, he starts pushing it a little and going deeper into the pool. The bottom of his shorts get a little wet.
And I turn around to help Viv step into the pool and I *hear* Finn drop his entire clothed bottom into the pool.
And that was it. He convinced me to let him take off all his clothes.
“Just let me be naked and swim for little bit, like everyone else. I really really want to go under the bridge.” He said.
Alright.
I guess we’re doing this.
Fact about Finn – he doesn’t like to wear clothes.
This is well documented.
I don’t know if ANYONE has ever been as happy as Finn was swimming completely naked in this pool.
Harry and Theo stuck with the original feet-only plan… sort of…
And after only a few minutes, Vivian, our other exhibitionist had soaked her dress and decided to jump on the nudie train.
And we just took the time and let them swim.
And we sat, and their wet clothes dried on the sunny grass.
And it was sort of the best.




And for me, this little nude swim, was not only the perfect refreshing battery-charging-cool-down that everyone needed, but was also a real highlight of the whole trip.
To think, Rich and I didn’t want to stop for this.
Life teaches you a lesson even when you didn’t realize you needed one.
Take a second or a minute or an hour, and go for the swim.
Even though I didn’t bring swim gear, I did pack a couple microfiber towels, and a change of clothes for Viv. Both came in handy.
After drying off and getting back to decent, we finished up the animal visits and even found it in our energy reserves to race down this little track we found.
When you ran by, it told you how fast you went and then told you which animal also ran that fast. We all did it, even Grandma and Papa. After that, we were all truly tired and it was almost time for the zoo to close. Grandma treated the kids to a visit in the gift shop and I got some (more) coffee.




Then we returned to our apartment by bus and tram.
Our 30 minute journey was complete with snacks to keep everyone quiet, happy, and most importantly – awake.

As stated above, I think this zoo totally lives up to the hype.
I found it:
- to be cheap! (adult admission = 200CZK = 7GBP = 9USD)
- not crowded
- very clean
- to have wonderful animals and exhibits
- to have frequent and clean toilets
- to have a good variety of clean restaurants with good service
- to have minimal gift shops (a plus if you ask me)
- easy to get to from the city center
I mean… what else can you ask for? Overall, just a huge win for us and a great day.
Once we got back to the house, we fed and scrubbed the kids, and got them promptly in bed.
We made sure Grandma and Papa were also fed, because they graciously offered to stay with the kids so that Rich and I could go out for dinner.
Rich and I were tired, but we were also really excited to go out.
So, we rallied.
Rich researched where we should go while I got ready.
Then we were off. And we got our first real look at the streets of the city center.


In Prague, the specialty is meat and beer.
SO.
That’s what we shall eat.
This place, named Kantyna, is a butcher shop in the front and then a buffet/cafeteria in the back.
The offering is different everyday, but always simple and traditional Czech fare. Across from the food station is the equally important beer station. After you get your food, you sit further back where it is cafeteria style and very casual – so you can make friends.
Apparently, places like these are very popular and all the rage with the ‘kids’ in Prague. But I found this one to be extra-hipster with copper fixtures, white walls and high ceiling, open seating, slick lighting, and overall attitude.
I have to admit, I really doubted our choice while we waited in line to be served. I had no idea what we were looking at and absolutely no idea if we were going to be able to communicate with the person trying to help us. But you see this man…working the counter – with the slicked over hair, white shirt, black apron?

He smiled at me, proudly and patiently spoke in perfect English, and told me what was on offer. I asked him what he recommended, and he proceeded to lovingly put together my plate.
And then he convinced Rich to try the steak tartare (raw beef).
Sidenote – Prague is FAMOUS for steak tartare. Just as much as Paris.
Rich says to him “I really want to get the tartare. But I have to admit, I’m afraid.”
He says, “No, you just try some.” And he grabbed a little spoonful of the tartare for Rich to try and says “No junk, no fillers, no ketchup or mustard. Just salt and pepper and great Czech beef.”
And Rich proceeded to order an entire plate, which was literally a half a pound of uncooked beef.
I’ll admit, this man charmed me. He did.
I said to Rich “I wish we could take him home with us.”
And Rich was like “Uh.. What now??”
“Ya, you know, just to have around. To tell me what to eat and then make it for me. It would be so amazing, wouldn’t it? I love him. I want to keep him.”
None of that is creepy or weird.
You had to be there.

On my plate – pulled pork, potato pancake, horseradish, asparagus with lemon sauce.
And on Rich’s plate, of course, the taretar – of which I had a bite or two.
Everything was DELICIOUS.
I don’t like, or drink, beer. Ever. But Czech beer is a whole thing, so of course I’m going to try some.
And wouldn’t you know, I liked this beer. To be fair, they cheat by adding juice. Freshly squeezed orange juice to be exact. But I don’t care one bit. It works. It’s amazing.
And I drank my entire beer all by myself and STILL wish I could have more, right this very minute.
And we drank, and we ate, and we sat right next to strangers, and I was a very happy person.



We followed that with a little walk along the river, and then it was time to get back to the apartment.



We wake up the next day with rough plans to tour the city. Eat breakfast at the house, and leave in a leisurely fashion.
We make our way through the streets, toward the Old Town Square.
I’ve got my trusty *Rick Steves* guide book.
The surroundings are hard to process.
It feels sort of Mediterranean sometimes, but then feels German too or Dutch, and also sometimes even a little English. It was the most amazing mix of buildings, each with a different color and usually amazing stone work and a tall tower or spire.
And HUGE old doors.
The streets are winding and narrow. And almost everywhere we went was cobblestone.








Stop the train. WE FOUND AN ANT.

All the little shops and such.








The official street pastry of Prague is the “Trdelnik.”
Rolled dough, wrapped around a stick, then grilled and topped with sugar and/or your favorite mix of filling.
You can find them being sold all over town, so of course we stopped for one… or two.


We never did find out how to properly pronounce the name of this delicious treat. We just kept calling it a “turtle neck” because that’s how the word looks to us and honestly it looks a little like a turtle neck. Why not? Sorry, Prague.
I will return someday and have one, or more than one….






We round the corner after our treat break and find ourselves in the square. And discover the the Astronomical Clock is covered. That’s alright though. I read from my book a few other interesting things about the square and we just relaxed for a little while.
There was beautiful live music playing, we all enjoyed that.
The weather was outstanding.




And, they had a meat and beer stand.
So.
We had some of that.







Look at this simple archway.


Hi Papa!

Look at the sidewalks.

We walked from the Old Town Square towards Charles Bridge.
I’d heard about a little library that might be worth a stop if we were in the area. A little look on my map proved that the library was, in fact, right on our way.
Some people think the Klementinum Library is the most beautiful in all the land.
And I might agree. I mean, I haven’t seen a book house better than this.
It was founded in the 11th century and houses 20,000 books – many of which are famous and there is only one copy. It’s completely preserved and also still a working library.
Only rules are you can’t go in and you can’t take pictures.
And to actually look at a book, I’m sure you need to jump through just-a-few hoops.
All of which is understandable.
The only way to see the library is to book a tour. The guide will walk you to the library, give a little speech, and let you stand in the doorway. I wasn’t allowed to take a photograph – but do not fear. As usual, internet to the rescue.


When we walked up to the building, there happened to be a tour starting right then. The tickets were fairly inexpensive. So we thought it worth the gamble. It was really special and I’m glad we stopped to see it in person.
And let me answer the question I know you’re thinking.
Yes.
It smells like old books.
From here we continued our walk towards the bridge and stopped at Starbucks – for a potty – which is nothing special. But inside the potty, I found this sign – which I do think is special… and strange…. and hilarious… and obviously, with the two language options being English and then some type of Asian-themed language aimed at a certain type of people. People who stand on toilets, I guess?

So many questions…
Has this become a problem? Such a bad problem that they had to make a sign?
Why is this in Prague?
Do the people who need to read this sign think they can’t sit on a toilet?
It’s weird is all I know.
Around the corner from the sit-on-the-potty Starbucks was the landmark Charles Bridge. Famous for statues and for being beautiful. Pedestrian only, of course.


Just before the bridge tower, there was a man with birds.
We paid him money to put the birds on us.
It was fun.



Then we were under the tower and walking across the bridge, and getting a great view of the other half of the city and the castle up ahead.




We got across, and the beautiful scenery only continued. I seriously have never been so compelled to take pictures of buildings. And streets. And manhole covers. And street lamps. And doors.
I just thought everything was so special and picture worthy.
It was honestly kind of exhausting.




Then, like good little soldiers, we reported to McDonalds.
Because we are traveling with four children under 9.
#excuses
Sorry, not sorry.



Sit.
Eat, drink, potty, walk on.
Our next idea is to tour Prague Castle.

Which I now sense is going to be up high. I’ve taken in the view from the bridge. I’ve learned a lesson from the zoo. I’m going to use my deductive reasoning and guess that we’re heading up a hill to get to that castle.
And I was right. But, it wasn’t a hillside path this time.
Just a simple set of stairs.
The stairs go up and up.
And wind around and go up and up again.
I volunteer to take the 20lb stroller up the stairs because I always relish an oppurtunity to work my glutes.

On the way down the stairs, Harry, Finn and I each counted the stairs and we each got three different numbers. Google says there’s 121 steps.
It felt sort of like 300 or so.
But, again, the weather was beautiful, there were lots of little landings along the way. We weren’t in a hurry, the kids did great. Even carrying the stroller up wasn’t so bad.

Taking any little second they can to play with their fresh Happy Meal toys….


We get to the top, and as you would suspect, there is a spectacular view out over the city and a rather large compound of (more) beautiful buildings.





We find the castle gates and go inside.
It’s free.

You can tour around the grounds and buildings of the castle complex, but we’ve got our eye on St. Vitus cathedral.










These old cathedrals never cease to impress me. And this one, with it’s simple austere ceiling, lots of light, and exceptionally brightly colored stained glass – might just be my new favorite.

We ventured out of the castle grounds and found a little spot of grass to let the kids play in. As if they didn’t get enough exercise today. I thought they’d maybe sit and chill with us. But nope – they’re good to go. Run around and play for a bit.
Look at the brick work on that building… and this simple street lamp.


All of us! Together in the frame!

Time to head back down now.

We’ve got a gift shop to hit, and coffee and gelato calling our name.
Notice the stair-step print in the brickwork on the ground.








Back across the bridge….





The picture-worthy Prague tram. By the way – watch yourself in and around them. They’ve got quite a little ZIP to them.

One last picture for me and Viv.

And we’re rounding the corner back to the apartment.

This night, I stayed home with the kids and got them fed and in bed while Rich took Grandma and Papa back over to see my friend at the butcher shop cafeteria. He saved his appetite and when they returned, Rich and I ventured out for some delicious Asian fusion. Because when there’s good Asian fusion in the area, I can’t resist it’s pull.
We ate and had a great dinner, but not before stopping for one last picture by the river.

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We have VERY INTELLIGENTLY booked ourselves an afternoon flight out of town.
So, the next morning, we leisurely pack up, eat breakfast and leave the house.
Since we have all of our luggage with us, but it’s not yet time to go to the airport, we decided it’s best to lounge in the park near the train station.
Have a play and eat some lunch. Then, when the time is right, head to the airport.



And we arrive at the airport with absolutely no trouble and find ourselves with some more time to kill.
And looky there…. sent directly from the airport gods, the perfect cage for our children to play in while we wait.

They even made a friend, Marcus.
“Their best friend in Prague” they told me.


But it’s not all cupcakes and rainbows and skipping right onto the plane.
No way would it be that easy.
We find out we’re delayed. AGAIN.
By THREE HOURS this time.

You know….. like….. whatever man.
I could say a lot of things about airports or Ryan Air or time or bad luck.
But you know, it just happens. You are at their mercy. Completely at their mercy.
And… frankly, it’s what you knowingly sign up for when you venture outside of your hobbit hole. No sense in being a total grump.
We had electricity, food, water, clean and working toilets. The area where we were camping was at a pleasant temperature, and very clean and not crowded. Nobody bothered us. And we had the unexpected BONUS of a play gym. Waiting on a delay is the absolute worst, but when you’re comfortable it’s not sooooo bad.
And Prague was so good to us, honestly I can forgive this.
It’s not Prague’s fault anyway. It’s probably Paris.
We finally make it onto our plane. And we’re all a little relieved.
The flight home is short, just an hour.
Later than we wanted, but we are going to make it home.


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I can confirm that Prague is indeed kid friendly.
Here are my criteria:
- cleaniness
- walkability/public transit
- ease of dining/ordering/seating
- cheap/free activities
- crowd level
- cultural experience balance
- general safety/crime
- smoking culture
- cost
1.cleaniness: you can look back through the pictures for proof. But this city is spotless. Not a lick of trash or a cup rolling down the street. Even taking the “back roads” to the grocery store, even when we ventured outside city center for the zoo and for Asian fusion date night = all squeaky clean streets. And I didn’t notice a single homeless person. I mean, it’s not the biggest deal, but it’s just nice to see… and smell. And NOT having to discuss ‘homelessness-in-society’ is always a welcome treat.
2. walkability, public transit; both stellar. We chose a centrally-located apartment, which is key. But more importantly we were easily able to walk from the Old Town square, over the bridge, and to the castle – no sweat. We didn’t have to mess with trying to find a cab or public transit to get through our day. Not only does that make the day more relaxing – it saves a huge amount of time. And when we did use the public transit (the tram, the bus, and the underground train) to go to the zoo and out for dinner – it was really cheap, light and clean, and very easy to navigate.
3. dining, ordering, and seating… when we did have food out with them, places were not very crowded and we were easily able to find seating. And there were plenty of familiar options for us to grab for them – Subway, KFC, McD’s. Frankly – we go around this as much as we can with the kids while traveling. I pack them hearty snacks. We let them eat fast food. And we do a lot of eating in the apartment. Mostly because we have the special problem of needing 6 seats. With Grandma and Papa – that makes 8. European restaurants, generally speaking, are small with not-always-alot-of-seating. Plus, many European restaurants have a certain timing that we find… annoying… with the children. It just takes way too long and it’s a waste of time for us. Trying to entertain our children inside a restaurant waiting for food…. just doesn’t work. We’d rather use that time doing something else. Most of the time we manage to find street food options for them to try – like the Trdelnik, the meat in the Old Town square, and gelato – in order to meet the food-culture requirement of the trip for them.
4. cheap/free activities/green space = lots. Everything we did was very inexpensive and we had a great time. Sometimes your kids don’t like something or they poop their pants and you have to leave. And in those cases, it’s a good thing you didn’t pay very much to get in. And a big green space is sometimes exactly what you (and they) need. Plus, it’s a good dose of the local culture.
5. crowd level: low and the vibe was relaxed. This is important because it becomes a safety issue… and because it’s annoying.
6. cultural experience balance: perfect. I found the city center to be very authentic in it’s shops and restaurants. It wasn’t over run with gift shops and tour companies. But it wasn’t too far out of our comfort zone either. It didn’t feel bombarded with stupid merchandise and there were zero peddlers trying to sell us mini Eiffel Towers. And the sights and cultural activities are plentiful and cheap.
7. General Safety/Crime: we never felt unsafe.
8. Smoking Culture: better than other places, but not as good as it should be.
9. cost: the most inexpensive trip we’ve had to date. Exchange rates are very friendly here.
Not only is Prague kid friendly, but it’s people-friendly.
It feels like this city was built with thought and love.
And it feels like it’s taken care of with thought and love.
You can relax.
Nothing is in your face.
It’s just there for you to enjoy.
Prague just wants you to be yourself.
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The kids all took turns running fevers before we left, the weather called for constant thunder storms. I was worried and anxious about the unknown of Prague – our most Eastern adventure yet.
But once again (despite our airport delays) I feel like the travel gods smiled upon us.
It all just sorta rolled into place.
The kids got better just in time.
The weather cleared.
And we did it.
We wanted to go to Prague and we made it happen.
And once again, I can’t really believe it.
We did it.
WE WENT TO PRAGUE.
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Where we stayed:
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Hamburg
A few years ago my husband’s father sent him a YouTube video that featured the largest model train exhibit in the world. The exhibit is called “Miniatur Wunderland” and it’s in Hamburg, Germany.
My husband watched the video, showed me, and then said “Wow, that’s amazing. I’d really like to go there someday with dad.”
After we moved to London, going to Miniatur Wunderland was now much more possible than ever before – and we added it to the do-to list.
Rich’s dad, Greg, has spent lots of time here with us… probably more than anyone else. He came along and helped us with our initial move over. Stayed for three months. Then came back when we had to change houses and stayed for a few weeks again.
And he is just the BIGGEST help to us.
But we were just too overwhelmed and overloaded to go to Miniatur Wunderland during those times. When it was arranged that Rich’s parents were coming this year for the kids’ half-term break, it became apparent that this was the time to make it happen.
And there was absolutely no argument or negotiation.
Rich just matter-of-factly said “This is happening, now.”
So… off we went to work it out.
In order to book affordable flights, we booked with the budget airline that flies out at the airport over an hour’s drive away. And in order to make the most of our time – and hopefully visit Miniatur Wunderland on the same day that we fly – we booked the early morning flight out. This meant we needed to leave the house at 4:30AM.
We don’t normally do such a thing. But for this particular time/day/destination flying out of Stansted Airport costed £56/person. Flying out of Heathrow or Gatwick costed £136/person. We’ve got 6 people to fly.
£56 x 6 = £336
£136 x 6 = £816
Even after we pay for very expensive cab service to the airport – right around £140 per car per way, we still come out way ahead. Plus, it’s sooo LUX for us. Not to be schlepping all our bags and all our kids around the sidewalk and up and down the stairs and the stations and on and off the trains to the airport.
Ahhh, there’s something to it. Not usually our best or cheapest option.
But this time is was and it was so so sweet.
Kids rolled out of bed, we made it to airport, through security and right on to our plane smoothly and in good spirits and really excited.





As soon as we get seated the captain comes on and announces that “Because of the lighting storms through the night, yada yada….. something about the fuel….. and we don’t have fuel for the plane. Apologize. So we’re on a little bit of a delay.”
And I was like, ok that’s fine. Expected, really. The kids are good, everyone is fed, we can use the plane bathroom. We’re good.
And we sat inside that plane on the runway for THREE MORE HOURS.
No joke.
I understand that there are storms and delays and things get backed up and it’s impossible to recover. But I’m still not sure, why, in this situation they went ahead and boarded us. The only explanation is that they underestimated our wait. It could have been miserable, but all things considered, it really wasn’t that bad. In fact, I was impressed with my children. Plus it was good practice. Since our move over, we’ve never taken them on a flight over 2 hours. Like I said – they were all freshly fed, watered, with access to a potty and full charges on the ipads and lots of fresh stickers.
Remove any of those factors and it could’ve gotten really ugly.
But still, it’s nice to know they can handle it.
This flight itself to Hamburg is only a little over an hour. So once we finally did take off it seemed like we were instantly back down and ready to land.
We took public transit to our hotel, and in the process we definitely got a little turned around. But we made it in a fair amount of time.
Our hotel was beautiful – just a Holiday Inn Express, but seriously immaculate.
We were able to rest a little bit. Viv fell asleep.We had been up since 4AM, after all.
Rich was able to move back our Miniatur Wunderland tickets, and we even had time to grab a meal at a nearby McDonald’s. Our favorite! So, even though that huge delay put a real damper on our day, I think we still salvaged it.
We took a quick cab from McDonalds to Miniatur Wunderland to save time and hassle. From there we just breezed right on in.
Before we booked this, I have to be honest, I was very lukewarm. Like, I know that it was a big deal for Rich and I really knew the kids would like it. But, since it’s not my thing really… “I’ll be impressed if I’m impressed” was all I could think.
I mean, for a train novice like me, how awesome can model trains be?








First off, it’s huge. I knew it would be huge. In some of these pictures you can sort of tell how big it is. Behind us (in the pictures below) you can see back through the open space. And this is one floor, out of two.






And for me it was something that you have to observe, and let it soak in for a little bit to really appreciate. Something about the scale of it that is impressive. The little tiny trains and the little tiny people, in the big giant space. Going on and on creating a real miniature world. With INCREDIBLE detail and fun surprises. So many thoughtful and clever details.
Moutains, cities, bridges, train depots, airports, bays, rivers, deserts, snow-land, an amazing volcano!, on and on…




Mini models of Hamburg, Las Vegas, Venice, Rome…



In every section, it would turn from day to night, and you could appreciate the scene in a whole new way.




The big scenes were impressive, but it was the little details that got me.
Like a little pet daycare I found.

And an underground lair to plan “World Domination”


The blue crystal Elfin Hollow

To the outdoor evening market.

And this poster of glue categories that I feel like could only exist in Germany.

I also really appreciated, that between each section they let us get a peek at the inner workings. We also had full access to see the control center where they monitor the trains and all the cameras on all the tracks. And for some reason, I don’t have a picture of that. But it was cool.


Speaking of cameras… and tracks…. we had a little incident while we were there.
Because of course we did.
When we went to McDonalds, we got little Happy Meal toys. The current toy in Hamburg Germany is a small National Geographic stuffed animal. Which by the way could not be more perfect for us at this time. It’s like the lord himself made McDonalds have these perfectly suited toys for my children while I was on this trip.
That’s how it feels.
Normally, my kids don’t really like the happy meal toys. But not these toys. They love these. Especially Finn – who EVERYONE knows is our animal lover. I’m talking BIG TIME animal lover. He knows all the facts and all the science. He loves every single moose and otter and ant. And he’s very sensitive about the killing of them.
He cries and cries forever. With real feelings.
Like, as in, we can’t even swat at flies in his presence anymore and we have to pray over the bee that I had to kill in his room and we have to catch and release any spiders we find in the house instead of giving them a good old squish. It’s gotten pretty serious and we’ve just – all of us – walked around him on this one, because what else are we going to do? Have him bawl-a-fit every time we swat a fly? Not really. Even little Theo knows, it’s best just to take the go-around, and not stomp on the bugs outside.
So, back to train world. Finn had gotten a very special manta ray at McDonalds in his happy meal. He wanted to carry it around train world.
I advised otherwise.
He countered.
And in most of the pictures above, he is holding his little manta ray.
Three quarters of the way through the visit, Finn and I were perched up on a little balcony taking in the beautiful view of down below, when wouldn’t you know it – he drops his manta ray INTO THE EXHIBIT.

And not just INTO THE EXHIBIT, but right smack onto a train track.
I mean, right on it.
He shakes my arm “Mom, I dropped my ray.”
Me “What?”Him “Mom I dropped my ray in the train.” and begins to panic.
I finally realize what he’s saying, scan the exhibit and find his ray. It’s on the track.
Oh man….
Maybe it’s just a decoy track or something.
Nope.
Here comes a train.
Oh man… this is gonna be bad. There no way I can fish it out. There’s nothing I – or anyone – can do.
Train comes, hits the manta ray.
Stops cold.
Shit.

So now we’ve got double bad. First bad because he lost his manta ray.
And second bad because he’s now caused a train-murder of his manta ray.
And bonus triple bad – because now I’m afraid that we’ve somehow stopped the whole exhibit and some train worker is going to have to crawl in there and get his manta ray off the track.
And it’s going to be really embarrassing, and we don’t speak German, and I don’t know… are they going to yell and kick us out?
I mean, I’m sure he’s not the only person to drop something into the exhibit. Right??
RIGHT???
They have millions of visitors per year.
Pretty sure he can’t be the first or only one.
And that I’m not the first distracted mom…. right?
Finn starts wailing. We wait for a little bit for someone to come along. But no one ever does. I usher him away from the scene. Half trying to comfort him, half afraid that we’re going to get a serious scolding.
I take him over to the “airport” and he recovers remarkably fast all things considered. And when we walked back by the scene of the crime, the manta was still in the exhibit, just to the side of the track. The train had somehow finally pushed it’s way through.
And Finn was sad, but realized there wasn’t much to be done. He didn’t want to push – same as me – for fear of getting in trouble with the workers, I think.
So he let it go and moved on with a promise that Grandma would let him pick something out in the gift shop.
Which he did.
Overall, I have to admit, I was impressed.
It’s the number five tourist attraction in Germany for a reason.
The Germans love their trains, and that’s apparent here. I think anyone who visits could be, at least, a little bit enthused.
Hundreds of thousands of hours of work and love. Millions of dollars.
A work of art.
Even someone like me can appreciate it.
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Afterwards there were no cabs waiting outside, and we struggled to find a cab option – it was a very quiet part of town on a Sunday evening.
The walk back to the hotel seemed simple enough – about 20 minutes, and it seemed our best option to get back. Even though we were all seriously exhausted, the directions were fairly simple, the weather was beautiful and we made it back safe and sound.







And here is Finn, happy, with his gift shop find – a new animal to carry around.
The kids ate some snacks, in lieu of solid dinner, and cashed out fairly soon.
And we all slept.
We leisurely woke up and ate our lovely continental breakfast; then checked out shortly after. Thank goodness we had the good sense to book an afternoon flight instead of morning.
A walk and a train back to the airport. We’re heading to Prague today!






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Where we stayed:
Miniatur Wunderland:
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Disneyland and Paris
Hello!
We took our kids to Paris… again.
As in Paris, in the country of France.
And again, I’m like…. how is this my life???
We’re from a cornfield in Illinois.
We live in London.
And we are going to Disneyland Paris.
That’s life and it’s strange.
We decided to book this trip only a few weeks before we actually went. Because that’s how we roll almost alll of the time. Little ads kept popping up on my Facebook feed asking if I wanted to go to Disneyland. (because facebook knows everything about my life… and yours, and probably intercepted email from me ordering mermaid stickers for Viv and that means I’m interested in Disneyland. Which I am.)
ANYWAY… I was like “No!” I don’t want to do that.
I’ve got too much else to see and do over here.
And then, like it always does, a little “deal” popped up.
Ticket sale for Disneyland Paris.
Add to that, *Her Royal Highness* Princess Vivian, despite literally no encouragement from me or her THREE older brothers, is slightly obsessed with anything princess related. Let me clarify – I don’t negatively encourage it, I’m just neutral like Switzerland.
Her brothers obviously negatively encourage it though – one day, the boys turned their bunk into a pirate ship. Viv walks up in her full princess garb. She wants to play too. Harry says straight to her “Viv. You don’t want to be a princess. You want to be a pirate!!” On that rare occasion, she conceded the outfit.

But for the most part, she remains undeterred by them. We’ve already burned through one princess costume and now have purchased a replacement. She insists on wearing it daily, usually with a tiara and superhero cape. She calls herself Hero Princess, which I actually think is completely awesome. She’s a hero princess on the daily… eating… going to the store… picking up the boys from school… all that.

So… I knew she would like to see the princesses.
And I knew that I would like to see her see them. And I didn’t really care whether the boys liked it or not. There’s definitely a ranking system in our house. Tra la la…

I looked into how we’d get there. I didn’t previously realize how easy it is from London. Just pop on a train for a few hours. There’s a stop right at Disneyland! That sounds nice! We found a GREAT (fun, family, pirate-themed hotel). That also sounds nice.
Why not?
We don’t come from California or Florida where Disney is this accessible to us.
When will it ever be this close, inexpensive (relative term), and this easy?
Tickets purchased.
Ok, we’re just going to do this. We booked late March. I quickly whipped up a Pinterest board, watched some YouTubers go to Disneyland Paris, and starting thinking about packing. And a few weeks later, during Spring Break, we left for it.
One of my favorite parts of the trip actually happened before we even left.
We went ahead and told the boys that we’d booked train tickets for our family.
“To where?!?” they said.
“To Paris!” we said.
“What?!! YES!!!!” they said, and proceeded to jump and yell and dance around as they do when they are really happy.
We hadn’t even mentioned Disney yet and they were sooo excited.
Rich and I high-fived ourselves, like, ya we haven’t even told them the best part and they already want to go…. we are the best.
OK!
For a short trip, this is going to be a long post because I want to remember how this whole crazy thing went down.
Two days before leaving we get an email that our train to Disney has been cancelled due to trains strikes in France.
ahhhh what yasaythere? no train? no train for us??
The original booking was for a train to Lille, France. From there, you get off, and make a switch for the train to Disney.
We planned to do this. Then get off. Take the shuttle to our hotel, check in and unload our luggage and then go back to the Disneyland station and head back into Paris for the day. Disney is about an hour outside of Paris. The journey from our hotel to center of Paris should take about 1h20m each way.
With our train cancelled, Eurostar rescheduled us on a later train and now the best Eurostar could do was get us on a train to Paris. And well… that doesn’t really help us because we paid for and planned to arrive out at Disneyland.
But then I realize, Heeeeyyyy, we wanted to spend the day in Paris anyway! This might actually work out in our favor. We can take the train direct to Paris, tour around for a little bit, and then make our way out to our hotel in the evening. We will still have to pay separately to get ourselves out to our hotel. But hey, we were going to have to do that anyway because we were planning to come into the city and back out. So now, not only will we start out where we want to be, we’ve gained an extra 3 hours or so of time that was previously going to be in transit to city center from our hotel and back.
This strike is a big win for us!
Eurostar and the third party booking company we used drug us along all day however and we weren’t sure if we did – in fact – have seats on the train to Paris. They originally rescheduled us for a 10am train and then a noon train, and even though I was happy with our newly arranged plan – arriving even later, and then later again, was not cool.
8pm the night before we are supposed to leave – we still don’t have confirmation that we are on any train to Paris. Rich has been on and off the phone all day with different agents, but everything is a mess. We’re worried about our rescheduled tickets being all spread out and not together.
“Nobody can give me any answers,” he says, “I don’t want us to get all packed up, show up there in the morning and then NOT be able to get on one. I’m just going to go to St. Pancras (the international train station) right now and see if they can help us.”
So, he takes off, I stay home and pack for a trip I hope is going to happen. The thought of waking up and telling the kids we can’t go makes me want to vomit. I simultaneously look up car rental options and driving routes, and also miserable and expensive flight options. St. Pancras is across the city and about an hour away from our door. About 9pm, Rich texts me “We’re on the 8am train, seats together. I’ve got tickets in hand.”
No extra charges, just done. Sometimes, you just have to march yourself to the station at night and get someone to work it out. Job well done. Whew! I seriously thought we weren’t going to be leaving at any time tomorrow and now we’re on an even earlier train. We’ll have seats together and we’ll have most of the day in Paris!
But now… if we arrive in Paris… and we don’t check into our hotel, what will we do with all of these bags I’m currently packing…. ?? Carrying them around is NOT an option. Hum… a quick internet search provides me with “Stasher.” A website where you can arrange to have your luggage stashed at a locker or a hotel, for a small fee.
Is there one by Gare Du Nord? Yes there is. Yes! Fist pump.
I finish packing, because now not only are we leaving tomorrow for sure. We’re leaving even earlier than originally planned. We’ve got to be OUT THE DOOR by like 6:00am. Rich makes his way back home and then cleans up the wreck that was left in the kitchen because both of us were too consumed with trip plans to clean up after dinner.
We also decided to go ahead and book our Louvre tickets. This will save us time tomorrow. We won’t have to wait in the ticket line or find where to buy them off site. With our now confirmed early train – this is a no brainer.
Rich finalizes and prints our Stasher reservation, reserves our Louvre time and prints tickets and then I ask him to also print the Disney tickets.
It’s now midnight, I’m down to just the last few items I need to pack and Rich says “Hey hon… uh… looks like I booked the wrong sort of Disney ticket.”
You know that deal I talked about? We saw the deal, but the deal just inspired the trip. We knew we would have to go during spring break and the deal tickets were over before that. We knew the deal expired before we were going, we knew we were paying for regular tickets. But for some reason, the website let Rich book “deal” tickets even when he put in dates that were after the deal. And.. he hadn’t previously checked the confirmation email closely enough to realize this small fact.
Bottom line, our Disney tickets were expired.
Rich is confused and devastated. But, it appears to be a simple mistake. Anybody could have made it. I have faith it will get fixed once we’re there.
“We’ve dealt with enough today,” I say. “We need to get to bed… try to sleep. I’m sure we can work out the Disney tickets once we’re there. Maybe they can just credit us what we already paid or something. It’s Disney, they’ll fix it. If we learned anything today, it’s that if we go to the place – there’s a chance they can just fix it for us.”
Did I mention, too, that the weather forecasts calls for rain every day of this trip?
Well it does.
But by now, I know how to dress for spring time in Europe and I’m prepared with layers and rain coats, warm shoes, umbrellas, microfiber towels, and ponchos that double as tarps and picnic blankets. Rain sucks. But at least I’m ready and prepared. And hey, maybe it will keep the crowds away, and that’s always a good thing.
The next morning, we’re all up on time, fed, excited and in good spirits for our day ahead.
And I have to admit I’m more than anxious about how Vivian’s going to do. We’re asking a lot of her today – she’s only two after all. A train ride, a full day out, and probably a skipped nap. She’s still not comfortable with her potty situation when we’re out and about. The hand dryers in the public restrooms really set her off. Anybody else with that?? As usual, we just hope for the best and plan for the worst. I curb my anxiety by putting her in a pull up and bringing along our fold-up potty seat.
Early Uber to St. Pancras and here we are boarding our train. I would like to note how hard it is to move around with kids AND bags. It’s really hard and completely exhausting. It’s been a while since we did this and I honestly forgot how exhausting it is. The last time we did this we had an AuPair with us, and that made a big difference. And I pack LIGHT. As light as humanly possible… but as we were arriving to the train, I was already making notes on how to try to improve this situation the next time.
Regardless, we made it with no problems, happy to have a train to get on.
Happy face times a million.





We train.
We arrive.
We locate our “Stasher” hotel across the street from Gare Du Nord and stow our luggage.
Winning!
And now, kids are hungry, of course.
I mean, I brought snacks. They ate snacks.
But we were up early and they are hungry NOW. Full force. RIGHT NOW. So, we stop into McD’s grab some lunch. I know…. lame. But you make sacrifices when you travel with kids. And Paris is not the place to be sticking to any sort of opposing ideals on this.
Kid friendly, this city is not.
Nuggets and Hamburgers. A surprisingly delicious wrap for me. And we’re off with happy kids ready to take on the Louvre. And hey, I like exploring McD’s in other countries. It’s fun to see the differences and to see how they make changes to adjust to the differences in culture. Anyway…
We use the Metro to get to the Louvre and then we have a few blessed minutes to hang out in the beautiful park in front of the Louvre. Rich takes the boys to grab some pastries while me and Viv chill in the grass with my poncho-turned-picnic-blanket.
And you know what? It’s not even raining a little bit. In fact, it’s hot! And even though I’m packed for rain I’ve got sunglasses for everyone and it’s wonderful.


And Finn with a Dab.





I really wanted a picture of all of us outside the Louvre that wasn’t a selfie. I scanned the area and used my nice-person radar to locate the perfect little Swiss lady. She took our picture and practically made a show of it. Taking her time, trying really hard to get all of the kids to look at her and be agreeable. She gets a gold star, and afterwards we chatted for a bit.
Let’s all be more like her.

Our entry time arrived and we headed towards the main entrance, which is in that glass pyramid. I had read about the nightmare that is the Louvre ticket and security line. That was our primary reason for buying our tickets in advance. But we just waltzed right up to the door with exactly no one in front of us. NO one. Pretty sure it’s the most visited museum in the world… something like that. Definitely the largest, I think.
So, this was bizarre… I don’t know if it was the beautiful weather, or the (late-ish) time of day – 3pm – but there was no line.
Win!
While we were walking up to the entrance, I’m soaking in the 80 degree sun, and I casually think to myself “I bet it’s hot in that glass part.”
And I was wrong. It was SUPER hot is that glass part. The second we entered the door, it was like hitting a wall of lava. I’m not over-exaggerating. Similar to when you walk from your air-conditioned hotel out into August of central Florida.
Just all over hot insta-sweat.
And my first thought was “I need to get out of my clothes.”
I stared at the security guys in their full on jackets with pity. All they had was a little fan. Like, I’m sorry Louvre pyramid designers… did that not occur to you? Was the air-conditioning just not on yet because it was April? I mean, it is France…. I think there’s a possibility that it’s really NOT ever air conditioned in there.
Anyway, seriously, ask Rich… he got caught up by a guard at the escalator. They wanted him to take some dumb elevator down instead with the stroller, but I just bee-lined ahead with the boys as fast as I could. I rode down and left Rich behind. I located a spot of shade beneath-the-escalator and stripped myself and the boys down to our under layers. And even though I was still sweating, at least I could breathe.
As previously mentioned, the Louvre is enormous. And really confusing, honestly.
We walked around for a little bit trying to get oriented. I think we were there an hour and a half or so and we covered ONE FLOOR of ONE WING. That’s it.
Given – we move slow. And we had to maneuver around and find elevators, Finn had to poop for 10 minutes and we split up for that and then sort of lost each other. But regardless I was happy with what we accomplished at the Louvre. I didn’t intend to spend a long time in there. I just wanted us to have the experience. You know, get a taste of it. And with four littles, I think we did just that.
Entrance is cheap enough, kids are free, we got RIGHT IN. Obviously there’s much more to see there, but only for people who know and appreciate what they are looking at. And since that’s not us, I don’t feel like we wasted time or money.
And don’t worry, once we got away from the pyramid, the temperature inside was MUCH better. And here is a picture of Harry and I in the temple of heat:

As you can imagine, it’s overwhelming and it’s awesome. And honestly the kids really liked walking the halls. There was lots of nudity… which lead to lots of questions and fun answers. Despite that, the kids appreciated the grand-ness of it all.







We found HER!



Oh, and also, Viv peed here.
Sorry, but it was a huge deal.
She was terrified of the bathroom on the train, she was too scared of the hotel bathroom where our “Stasher” was, she was terrified of the bathroom at McDonalds because someone turned on the dryer. She’s too advanced to want to pee in her pull up. So our two year old held her pee from 5:30am until 4pm. And it’s not like she didn’t eat or drink anything either. And it’s not like she was a happy chicka either. She was as miserable as you would imagine, and it was showing. We felt so awful for her and it was majorly stressing me out. We passed a bathroom in the Louvre, I just took her in and made her sit and she cried, but she finally couldn’t hold it.
AND IT WAS THE BEST.
And that’s traveling with kids. Specifically potty-training kids…. which are the worst kind.
From here, we took the Metra to the Notre Dame area and got some ice cream!
While Rich was waiting for ice cream, I stepped next door and bought cheese and sausage pastries and the-most-delicious chocolate baguette. I had to fumble through my order with grunts and points, because the shop workers didn’t want to con VER sate in English with me – even though I know they could.
Next we made our way to Notre Dame. When I came with my mom, this was my favorite thing in Paris. When we came back with the kids and Rich’s family – it was crowded and full of police because of a huge wake we didn’t know anything about.
So – we HAD to get back here this time. I was insistent that, at least Rich see it. We waited in the line to get in, which moves really fast. Then we randomly got asked to be interviewed by French television. So.. we did that.
And then, a few paces into Notre Dame – as kids like to do, all three boys announce to me that they need to pee.



WELL that’s just GREAT.
Notre Dame has no bathroom, I know this.
The area around doesn’t really have a bathroom either – Paris is really bad about public restrooms. I say to Rich – you go on with the stroller and Viv. Enjoy it. I’ll take them out and meet you in the park. And that’s what we did.
I backed out of the guideway in Notre Dame with the boys. Asked two different attendants where the nearest restroom was and got two different answers. I have a ‘public restroom’ app on my phone, there appears to be one right outside. But we search and search and cannot find it. Across the river I spot a Subway restaurant. We march across the bridge and by now we are really reaching emergency levels of course. My planB is that I’ll let them pee in the park. But I’d really rather planA work out, even if I have to buy a sandwich. I sneak us in and to the back of the tiny restaurant. They have a potty!!!! YES!!! Pee. Done. Again.
We meet back at the park where Rich is waiting for us. And, now, finally, this was a really relaxing moment for us. The kids played, we sat. The kids didn’t like the French pastries I bought, so Rich went back over to Subway and bought some sandwiches. Between that and my pastries, we were all full enough for dinner.
And it was nice. And I let the kids have a few nibbles of that chocolate baguette I bought and then I tucked the rest away for after the kids went to bed.
Rich and I ate the rest of it all by ourselves because we deserved it.



Theo made a friend, of course.


It was getting late-ish, some clouds were sort of rolling in, and we needed to get back to our luggage by 7:00pm to avoid an overcharge.
So we headed towards the bus stop. From there we were able to catch a relatively quick ride back up to the train station. The kids were doing great, but definitely getting worn out.


Theo fell asleep at some point, and so did Viv.
And then we had to decide how we were going to get from the city center train station out to Disney. We could wait and catch a train to Disney and then take our hotel shuttle from Disney to our hotel.
Or we could hire a driver to take us straight from the train station to our hotel.
They both take about the same amount of time.
The train option costs maybe 10 Euro.
And the taxi costs 110 Euro.
We’re tired, and the thought of dragging ourselves, the tired kids, and now the bags again has altered our budget.
Taxi it is.
And it was the best 110 Euro we ever spent. It actually ended up being much faster than the train – which hardly ever happens… and obviously much easier. Rich grabbed coffee while we waited for the taxi, the kids were weirdly quiet, the taxi-van was really nice and big and roomy and since we always train it instead, this car ride was so luxurious for us.
It’s during this car ride, however, that I decide we’re not coming back into Paris. The original plan was to do as much in Paris as we could do on our arrival day (Sunday) which turned out to be quite a bit! Then spend one day in Disneyland. And then a third day back in Paris. We thought we could spend the morning at a fun Market Street like Rue Cler where we could grab food for a delicious picnic, have a picnic lunch in a nearby park and possibly visit the Musee D’Orsay. But I just decide it’s not the best idea. We’ll either find something else to do outside of town, or we’ll just hang at the hotel if it looks good.
Ok, now.
I’m about to get a little bit off topic in order to explain myself and my decision to avoid Paris a second day.
I’ve gone to Paris three times now and I’m just going to say it…
I don’t like Paris.
To say it and to put it here in permanent ink where it will live forever feels like betrayal to…. myself… or Emmanuel Macron (who I think is a complete genius).
I like and respect a lot of the things that France stands for and does.
But it’s just my truth.
And my decision NOT to go back there when we could’ve easily done so just felt right to me.
I whispered across the van to Rich my thoughts, and he agreed without hesitation.
I don’t want to talk smack. I really don’t.
No place, no city is perfect… even my precious London. I KNOW THAT.
And I’m spoiled. I KNOW THAT.
There’s just a lot of situations happening there. Paris has a larger homeless population than we are used to seeing. The homeless are out and in-your-face even around tourist areas and especially around the train stations. This brings up discussions that we have to have with the children. I’ve had to explain why we saw a homeless person pee-ing on the sidewalk.
Most of the Metra stations smell like pee. They are also poorly lit, poorly staffed, and dirty by my standards.
Public restrooms are hard to find. I know they’ve made strides to improve this, but it’s still not good enough. Which is probably why it smells so much like pee everywhere.
In addition to the homeless, there are lots of beggars and men trying to sell you cheap trinkets of the Eiffel Tower or selfie sticks or bottles of water. Even out by Disney, these men were set up and walking around.
There are lots and lots and lots of stairs. This is also the case in London, by the way. So, if you’re with a toddler and a stroller this is your nightmare.
There is a large armed presence. Men with BIG guns walking around all train stations and most tourist areas.
Everyone smokes. Everywhere. And this is not specific to Paris. People were smoking at Disneyland. Obviously it’s worse in the city. It’s everywhere and constant.
People are rude. I don’t really need to elaborate… just the truth, in my experience. It can feel like nobody wants to be nice and like nobody is happy to see your kids in their space.
You better speak French. Or at least try. I have absolutely no ground to stand on with this, because I feel like Americans are equally demanding that people better speak “American” when they are in America. But if you have ever travelled anywhere where you don’t know the language – having a person be gracious enough to try to communicate with you anyway is, like, literally the most bestest thing to happen in your day.
On that note, service is TERRIBLE. Again, don’t feel the need to elaborate. It’s just really frustrating when everything else is already really hard.
And if you read anything about traveling in Paris, and Europe for that matter.. you’ll see that you need to watch out for pick-pockets and people trying to distract you while their buddy robs you from behind.
So, the situation is like this moving around Paris, FOR US – We’re walking from the train station and we see multiple armed guards. Kid discussion about that. We see multiple homeless camp-out stations. Kid discussion about that, and questions about smells. We see someone getting arrested, little bit of discussion about that. While we were eating in McDonalds some undercover cops confront a patron and check him for drugs. The kids, and I, were genuinely scared. I didn’t know what was going on for a few minutes because the cops were under cover, but afterward everything was fine. Again, discussion.
And we’re moving around the city and we’re trucking up and down stairs, trying to figure out where we need to be (which isn’t that hard for us at this point), with people literally smoking in our faces.
And the entire time, don’t forget, you’ve got the baseline need of just simply keeping track of your kids and keeping track of your valuable items because you know the pick-pocket dangers and you know you can’t take a second to be distracted.
It’s like… you need to be at top level brain function to be able to process and handle everything that it takes to maneuver around this city.
And bottomline – it’s just stressful.
Doing another day and going to the market street sounds fun, but ALL THAT is the reality of being in Paris for us.
I mentally prepared myself this visit. From our previous visits I knew, and planned to avoid the busy areas. Avoid the Eiffel Tower area. I was determined to have a different Paris experience this time, and I was ready and open minded. We were going to avoid the French restaurants, but still get good food from the cafes. Try to relax in the parks. That was my goal. But it was just too hard.
I KNOW I’m spoiled in London – where seriously I don’t think I’ve ever approached a flight of stairs at a tube station and someone didn’t offer to help me with the stroller.
I KNOW that I have a microscopic view of Paris with my visits and maybe I’m not being fair. Maybe I’m not doing it right. All of that is possible.
I KNOW that seeing homeless people and people getting arrested and people getting roughed up for drug checks is not specific to Paris. I am not, nor are my children, above seeing or having discussions about these types of things. My kids can handle it. And I can handle it. I can have those tough discussions with them about tough topics. It’s part of living and traveling.
I KNOW that there are millions of wonderful, smart, warm, amazing, thoughtful French people. I know some of them! Here in London. They are my neighbors, and my friends.
I KNOW I can’t judge a city by a few narrow, short, visits.
And I KNOW there are many reasons to love Paris. I’m just not in that place right now.
Sorry, Paris. It’s not you, it’s me.
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Continuing on.. our magic carriage took us directly to our hotel/resort. I don’t know whether to call it a hotel or a resort. It was built for families is all I know. Pirate themed. Indoor and outdoor playgrounds. Soft Play. Indoor pool fun area. A dragon in the lobby. Couple different restaurants, one being a buffet. Arcade room. And the best part… a room actually built for a family of 6. We booked a “crew 6” but until we arrived I was skeptical.
I was like…. ya, ya… they’re just calling it that and it’s going to be cramped and we’ll have to call for extra stuff and I don’t know what else. But no. We walked into our room – nice big bed and a set of bunks. And then another room (with a door) and another set of bunks! 6 beds, 6 towels… the whole deal. Run of the mill, generic, hotel rooms are never built like this. I was elated. The hotel and room weren’t lux, but they weren’t budget either. Just right in the middle. Clean and tidy, with plenty of space. Just perfect.
This was a huge score for us. The kids were so happy.
We take a little walk around, Finn lays eyes on the pool area.
“I have to be in there. I will swim in there.” He says, matter of factly.

We settle everyone in. Sleepy time. We have Disney tomorrow.
And here is the video we created of our day! In it, we let Harry take the camera for a little while. I might be biased, but he is completely adorable.
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We get up and around a little bit later than we should because we were sooo tired. We head down to the breakfast buffet and then out to the shuttle and over to Disneyland.
We’re dressed and ready for rain. We take a few pictures outside. It does, in fact, start to drizzle and feel cold. And we move ourselves to the customer service line because our tickets are technically, accidentally, expired.
Rich waited for a while in the line. Because of course there was a line.
Gets up to the front, pleads his case.
“Sorry can’t help you.” They say.
ah, what?
“Ya, they are expired. There is nothing we can do.”
A little push back from Rich….
“No. Sorry sir.”
Bye.
………………………..ok…..
We have taken our children to the gates of Disneyland and now we can’t go in.
Thank goodness we’ve booked the expired tickets with our Amex. We can make a claim with Amex to refund the ticket money. We have previous experience with them, and they are pretty good about that kind of thing. #AmEx
We’ll deal with it later.
We gotta move on and get tickets.
Option 1 – Buy tickets at the gate.
Option 2 – Buy tickets using our phones from a third party to save some money.
Option 3 – Go back to hotel and try to figure out tickets for tomorrow.
I don’t know if anyone ever just walks up to the gates of Disneyland to buy their ticket anymore. But ah… definitely don’t do that.
For our family to enter Disneyland Paris for the day, gate price was 500 Euros.
Option 1 is out.
A quick search on our phone tells us we can buy from a third party for about 300 Euros. We also figure out that we can buy them from the front desk at our hotel for a similar price.
Option 2 is out. Nothing from a third party or our hotel will be for ‘same-day.’
So, Option 3 it is.
It’s raining. It’s a little cold. We got a late jump on the day anyway. This is fine. Since we’ve decided not to go back in to the city and we haven’t had time to make any new plans, I guess this means we’re spending the day at the hotel.
This morning the kids begged and pleaded to go swim or to go play in the soft play. But, we had to get moving. I know leaving Disney is sad, but I know telling them we get to go back to the hotel is also going to make them happy. At least I think so…
I say to the kids, “Ok guys. Now we know how to get here! We have practiced how to get here from our hotel. We for sure know how to do it. So that’s good. But, we made a mistake and we don’t have the right kind of ticket. We can’t get in. So we’re going to leave and come back tomorrow.”
They’re like, “Ok. Alright.” and they were all very ok with that.
“So, where are we going to go?” They said.
“Back to the hotel for the day.”
and… total eruption of happiness, lol. “YES!!!!! SWIMMING!!! Pirate ship!” “YES!”
That damn hotel. What kids are happy to leave the gates of Disneyland?
Mine, I guess.
Partly, probably because they didn’t really know what they were missing. But also mostly because the minute we stepped in that hotel the night before, they were dialed in. They were in wonderland.
We didn’t make alternate plans and we just hung at the hotel and the kids were SO HAPPY. It was really relaxing and fun. We were able to buy Disneyland tickets for the next day at the front desk, and we didn’t even have to sell one of the kids.













They ran around like crazy people and had the best time.
Viv was happy to take care of her potty needs as usual in our room – so we all took a brain break from THAT.
We ate the dinner buffet at the earliest possible time (5pm), and got the kids in bed early.
And you know what? It rained all damn day.
ALL DAY.
Every time I looked outside, it was raining. And I was so glad we were not at Disneyland… or anywhere else.
And you know what else? Weather forecast has changed for tomorrow. They were previously calling for rain all day again, but now it says just a spot here and a spot there. I can definitely work with that.
And now… I need to take a second to talk about the food at our hotel. We are in France, and I truly didn’t know what to expect with a French Buffet.
What does that even mean?
We ate three breakfasts here and one dinner.
First morning here, came down for breakfast… and the first thing I see is the breakfast salad bar.

This has been the scene in every breakfast buffet I’ve seen in Europe. I’ve seen the breakfast salad before in Germany and in Croatia. It always strikes me odd. Savory vs. Sweet – I usually go savory for breakfast, but even this is a stretch for me.
To actually have cucumbers and tomatoes. But, you know, it’s fun. And Harry actually did eat one single cucumber slice every morning. “So he could be healthy” he informed me. It definitely was needed to balance out out the 5 croissants he ate each morning.
Anyway, as I walked around the buffet for the first time I have to admit, I was disappointed.
They just have the salad bar, some cheese and fruit, and some cold cuts.
Simple yogurt and three types of chocolate cereal.


You could pay extra to have eggs cooked, but we were like naaaaaaa.
And then bread.
And more bread.
And CROISSANTS and CHOCOLATE CROISSANTS.


I just didn’t think there was very much choice or that the options were going to be very healthy and filling. And they didn’t have oatmeal, which is my go to.
We start filing plates and coming back, and eating.
And that cheese is really good.
Huh, and those cold cuts are DELICIOUS.
And the bread. Forget it. Completely serious, as I type this my mouth is literally watering remembering these croissants and the shortbread.
They just… they know how to do it.
And like, ya, there’s not a lot of choice. That’s true. But if the choices you have are really good, then you don’t need a lot. You just eat 5 or 6 or 7 croissants and you move on with your day. We didn’t even need the egg station, which I would’ve normally ran to.
When you combine those croissants with some of the coffee. Knock yourself over dead. By the third morning, when I woke up, I COULD NOT WAIT to get downstairs to eat this buffet.






I know it doesn’t look like much. But it really was – to us anyway – just SO GOOD.
Plus, the kids loved it. Which is always helpful. And it was so easy for them to just go grab whatever they wanted next. Normally, I’m a bit of a stickler with making sure we have a nice breakfast with minimal sugar. But not here. I let them just eat as they pleased, and they didn’t go overboard. And they didn’t vomit afterward – which I started to get seriously worried about. They just had a good time.
Seriously though, I think Finn made himself three salami sandwiches one morning with three glasses of juice and Harry confessed to topping out at 5 chocolate croissants for the meal. So ya, I see it’s not the healthiest. But you can make up for that later in the day… hopefully.
Speaking of later in the day. Since we were in the hotel for the day, we had the oppurtunity to eat dinner there. And just also – for the record – I would like to confess my love of buffets when it comes to dining with children. Just get over yourself and go to buffets. Because you know what?
YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO SERVE YOU.
It’s perfect! That’s the worst part of eating at a restaurant with kids. The dreaded wait. The dreaded wait – while they are most certainly starving-to-death and they have to simultaneously sit still and be reasonably quiet.
So, just, do the buffet.
DON’T look at your kid’s plates.
Everything will be fine.
Ok, DINNER. I take our first gander around the pickings and I’m (again) disappointed.
As first glance, I thought maybe they weren’t done setting it up.
Very simple fare. Not a lot of options again.
A lot of cold items that I didn’t even recognize.


Plain roasted chicken, fish, and lamb. Plain pasta, sauce separate.
Steamed plain vegetables. Potato wedges.


It is France, though, and there will be bread. YES.

And desserts.

Like I said, I’m deflated for some reason, but we forge ahead.
And I mean…. I’m wrong again.
It was plain. It was simple.
But again – it was completely delicious.
It was healthful and nutritious. Cooked perfectly. And after you’re done, you don’t feel like you need to do a cleanse. I grabbed a small plate of all the things I didn’t recognize – tried them all.
My kids ate this food really well. They loved the roasted meats and even ate the vegetables, which did help to make up for their sugary breakfasts.
And I mean…. the bread…. again.
Doesn’t look like much. But IT SO IS.
And the desserts. SAME.
Just genuine good feelings in and around everything about this dinner buffet.
If we would’ve been around to have another dinner here, I would’ve looked forward to it.
Two thumbs up and 5 stars from me.
Oh, and check out this sign. #BOSS

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Next day. Disney day.
We are up and ready, fed and happy, and on the shuttle and by the gates of Disney just shortly after it opens with tickets in hand.



I sat Viv on a trash can and tried to get a castle picture. She wasn’t interested.







Theo and Finn snuck off while we were waiting at the gate.
Pretending to be statues…. because they think they are so hilarious.
And they are.

We rode a couple rides, watched a few parades, ate some food and just generally had a magical time. Our princess strategy was just to catch them in the parades and shows instead of waiting in line at the princess pavilion. Vivian was thrilled to see them from a short distance and it worked out wonderfully.





















Theo found adorable kid-sized potties and thought they were so cool.

On the potty note – Viv was back to having a hard time. She was totally freaked out in the restrooms here and withheld again. Making her really hard to deal with, again.
While we were waiting in line for the Peter Pan ride, she lost it and even though she was wearing a pull up – it either couldn’t contain the volume or the force, because it leaked out and around everywhere. And we were the people with the kid who peed all over the ground in line.
The stares from the people in line with us were sort of awful, actually…
A quick step out of line and a change. We were able to join back up and ride together with our boys. And naturally she was a much happier girl after that.
Screw off judgey line people.
Moving on, the park itself is beautiful.



We camped out for the main evening parade about 40 minutes beforehand. The kids and I held down the spot while Rich went and grabbed us pizzas. And we just had a picnic dinner right there while we waited. And we were the only geniuses doing that.
It was perfect.
We were multi-tasking!
Plus, we wouldn’t have to fight the rush of people in the restaurants after the parade was over.
Triple win.

Then the main evening parade began and it was awesome.


And by the way… check out that beautiful sunshine. The rain completely held off.
Did not come at all and the weather was complete and utter perfection.

AH, got a little pizza sauce on your face there…


After the parade, our crew was really getting tired but still trying to put on a good face.


We rode “It’s a Small World” twice in a row, because it had no line. And then we got ginormous lollipops and called it a day.





Outside the park I grabbed a little surprise for the train home tomorrow…

We also made a little video of this day. It’s fun.
Go to minute 12:50 for the best Vivian moment ever.
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Our overall review of Disney Paris is a little mixed. We liked some things, we didn’t like other things. The size of the park is small in comparison to Orlando – which I actually think is a plus, especially for small children. But other things, like service at the restaurants, food in the park, line management on rides, and smoking were big disappointments.
The magic of Disney is there, but for us was just ever so slightly sour. Compared to our Disney Orlando experience – which was overwhelmingly sweet, this one was just a little under the bar. Still GREAT, and the kids had a wonderful day.
And like…. if we won tickets to go back or something like that, I would be happy to go again.
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We slept, woke up, ate the delicious breakfast. Then, leisurely packed back up and headed home. Without a hitch really.. except Viv not liking something at the train platform….



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And that’s all there is.
We did it.
And TRUTH, it was exhausting.
The whole experience was a roller coaster – between the upfront train fiasco, all the forecasted rain, the expired Disney tickets, and the unplanned non-Paris day.
Despite my mixed feelings about Paris and Disney, I’m really glad we went.
The kids had a wonderful time.
We had a wonderful time because they did.
I’ll forever think of this trip as the trip that went completely wrong and then worked out exactly right.
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Where we stayed:
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Year End 2017
It’s the end of another year in this crazy thing-we-have-going and here is the wrap up:
the year:
We started out the year deciding it was best for us to change houses. Overpaying for rent is only cute for so long, after all. And right on Easter morning we found ourselves in a new home.


Right before the move, we hosted my brother and his girlfriend for their spring break. They thoroughly toured London, and spent a day in Paris. It was so great to see them!
And oh, ya, Bear turned THREE and STARTED NURSERY!

Our new garden has featured lots of wildlife for us to enjoy; including lots of birds, cats, squirrels, and even a few foxes (that had to be removed). But when the animals aren’t using our garden, it gets a lot of play from us.
No matter the weather. And mostly for a lot of wrestling matches..

















After the move, we turned our attention to three things – that frankly – we’ve really dropped the ball on, with the kids. Swimming, biking, and piano lessons. With no major travel plans in the mix this year, we finally focused on these activities.
We bought a bike for Harry, and he learned how to ride it! We signed up for a gym and took the kids swimming every week, and we bought a digital piano (with generous help from Grandma Janice) and began Harry on lessons.
(I unfortunately don’t have any pictures of us swimming because they don’t allow cameras in the pool house. Sad face.)


In May and June, Harry and Finn have birthdays. Harry split his birthday party with a classmate at the trampoline park. And Finn split his birthday party with two classmates at a community center gymnasium (on one of the hottest days of the year!).



Inbetween their birthdays, Rich and I took a little trip to Corfu, Greece.
And it was AMAZING.


This year I finally feel us coming out of the baby-zone fog that we’ve been in for so long. The diapers, the baby food, the bottles, the night wakes. Slowly, we’re getting rid of things like bibs, burb cloths, and a diaper genie. We’re not using our high chair as much or the stroller or the baby gate. We don’t have our ears up to the baby monitor constantly – even spent a few nights with it OFF (on accident). We don’t have to leave detailed instructions and time tables for sitters when we leave them with the kids.
I mean, we still have a two-year-old, and we are still in the baby-zone technically – but all I’m saying is that I see and feel the shift coming. And it is a THING OF BEAUTY PEOPLE. Something we are definitely completely ready for. We’ve done it thoroughly and completely….. and for us – we’re ready to “get out of the pool” and totally “dry off.”
We’re not only ready for the next season, we are excited and looking forward to it.
Speaking of the next season, we celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary.
ANYWAY – near the end of the school year the boys each have the British traditional “Sports Day.” It’s so fun and cute. Even the parents participate a little bit.
And just like that, the school year was over. And on the last day we celebrated with donuts! On the first day of summer break, the boys ran around the house like silly little boys.
Then it was Viv’s birthday. And then lots of family took turns visiting. Mom and I took day trips to the Cotswolds and Brussels. And Rich, Harry, and Finn, along with Rich’s family, took a few days visit to Edinburgh, Scotland.







We also took a few really fun family outings in and around London:
quite a few visits to HAMPTON COURT PALACE –








a few visits to KEW GARDENS (Royal Botanical Garden), where we were gifted a membership from Erika and family!:





















the DIANA MEMORIAL PLAYGROUND, at Kensington Palace:




the LONDON ZOO




Open-air Monkey area – where there is nothing between you and the monkeys. 
We spotted a low one (in the bush). 
Walk through – open, GIANT spider exhibit! 

Another open exhibit. This time, amazing leaf cutter ants. 





The lemur exhibit was also open-air. See some behind Finn’s shoulder. 
And then of course, our everyday-type visits to the local parks, walking around our neighborhood, and visiting the Natural History Museum.



Just as quickly as it blew in, summer was over.
And then, of course, the boys went back to school.







When the boys started school, Viv decided it was a good time to try potty training. It’s slow going, but positive. And she’s steadily doing very well.

And not normally a big deal, but Theo was really REALLY struggling with ‘going number 2’ on the big potty. Months and months and months went by and he made no progress. And then one day, he just decided he was ready.
And it was one of the best days of my life.

And Finn lost some teeth. Which also isn’t normally a ‘big deal.’ But shortly after loosing a couple teeth he took a really hard fall on the stairs and slammed teeth first onto an upper stair. It was seriously one of the goriest things I’ve ever seen. The lower picture, is a few days in, so the bruising is less than the initial day. The dentist assured us that as long as nothing was cracked or hanging that he was fine. And they confirmed that his adult teeth have no damage underneath. But, I think (we) Finn got lucky on this one… because had those teeth been adult teeth, this fall would’ve knocked his front teeth out. And on adult teeth, obviously once they’re gone, they’re gone. Instead, he got lucky and just further loosened the teeth that were already loose.


School Pics. Finn’s face.




And HALLOWEEN. Halloween always creeps up on me. Erika texted me a picture of her boy’s costumes mid-October and I was like ‘Crap, I forgot about Halloween and costumes.’ But we did alright, I think.


In November, we had house guests – Hollee and Jon, and then Isaac came back. So fun.
And we went and visited Santa, and Viv shocked us by being totally fine with it.


We decorated. And then a string of lights went out on the tree. So, we undecorated and redecorated the tree.





And then Grandma Janice came!

And we went back to Kew Gardens for their “Christmas at Kew” event which features singing trees and light shows. The kids didn’t care that it was cold, wet, and muddy.
Finn, especially, had the bestest time ever.








Christmas cookies, of course.
And then church on Christmas Eve.









And Christmas morning.


Right after Christmas, Grandma Susie and Aunt Patty came!
We went to our local theater for the British traditional Pantomime show. This year it was “Jack and the Beanstalk.” We then ventured to the city center for dinner at Rainforest Cafe, a visit to Kingdom of Sweets, and to see the Christmas light displays. And Finn insisted on wearing his Meerkat shirt OVER his adorable sweater. And I just wasn’t willing to fight the battle that day.













Then with a little leftover Christmas magic, we were able to score three tickets to the hottest show on the planet.

Also Aunt Patty and I went to Westminster Abbey.

Then, the three of us visited Kensington Palace and had afternoon tea there. We followed that by briefly browsing around Harrods.




AND THAT takes us to New Years Eve.
…Where we were all promptly in bed by 10.
Because we are party animals.
Then there’s just the regular everyday….


And Theo and Viv’s year-long favorite pasttime… NOT playing with toys.
Just turning the living room in to a soft-play area.



Lastly, after much discussion, our 2017 birthday donations went to PreEmptive Love.
the babies:
Harry

Harry is awesome. He’s smart and thoughtful. A great helper. He’s grown (literally) and matured a great deal this year. Typical to his type-A-ness, he continues to thrive with “rules” and “structure” and he also continues to do very well in school. He’s a perfectionist and an over-achiever. And he puts a great deal of pressure on himself – on everything from swimming to math to piano. We’re always working on his resilience when he’s frustrated and this year he has made improvements.
Change is still a little hard for him. When something is new or different, he is initially resistant. Even small things like wanting to switch his favorite animal from a fox to a tiger. But overall, he’s doing very well.
At school, he’s an absolute math whizz – able to solve three digit addition problems in his head within seconds (ex. 365 + 738). He also SHOCKED us and his teacher, by asking to give a power point presentation to his class. I guess a few of the other kids had done this on occasion. Not as part of a project, just an independent power point presentation. So he made one. At home. All about sea life. He spent an entire day working on it, and then confidently asked me to email it to his teacher. I was nervous and hesitant for him, but did as he asked. And a few days later, he told me that he gave the presentation to the class and that it went really well. He was nervous at first, but felt fine after he got started. Just wow!
His confidence has grown, socially, as well. He seems comfortable with his friends and asserting himself with strangers. Making better eye contact and speaking more clearly to others. We also signed both boys up for Rugby. And although Finn openly dislikes it, Harry really enjoys it. And he has asked several times for us to help him be “faster and stronger” and to help him practice rugby. Up until now, he’s been very lukewarm with any sort of sports. He did a round of tennis lessons this summer. He was a positive participant, but his interest quickly fizzled. But, with Rugby he really enjoys himself and wants to continue. We are shocked. When I asked if he wanted to sign up for next term, he was like “Of course I do.”
This has been the year of the Pokemon for Harry. He is absolutely obsessed. He told me in early November “Mom, I’ve thought about it. The only thing I want for Christmas is Pokemon cards. That’s it. My whole Christmas, all Pokemon cards.”
Me “Are you sure??” Him “Yes, tell everyone.”
His sweetness is so cute too, sometimes. He still loves and cherishes each of his siblings. And he is just the best and most supportive and patient brother to all of them. He loves and dotes on Vivi all the time. He’s so thoughtful and worried about them. One time, both Harry and Theo had cuts on their face. Harry says “I want Theo’s cut to heal before mine.”
And we love his perspective on money. When we told him we bought a lottery ticket and explained to him the whole deal, I asked him what he would do with the money if we won. He says “First I think we could get a new chair. Then maybe some decorations for the walls and maybe a shelf in my room. Then some Pokemon cards and then some Pokemon figures on my birthday.”
He loves and excels at games of all kinds. He can even handle most adult board games. Recent favorites include Blokus, Monopoly, checkers, Kingdominos, Exploding Kittens, and Love Letter.
He has also really taken to his piano lessons. Although understanding rhythm has been a challenge, the structure and counting of music makes sense to him. The logic of it suits his brain, and he’s learning almost effortlessly. A big part of it is his teacher. He loves her and I over hear him talking his head off during their lessons. Telling her everything about his life – including his bunk bed, our plans for the day, how mom and dad went to Corfu and bought him a notebook, daddy’s work schedule, the monster disco, invertebrates, and anything else that enters his little brain.


Mother’s Day card from Harry. (You have been taking care of me and I liked it so much.) (Put a picture of the whole family in this box)(Mum and Dad bring me to these places – with world map.) (Everywhere you bring me)(Did you know? Everywhere you bring me was brilliant) 

Mocking daddy. 
Helping Viv. 
Secret Spiderman kit, he’s tucked in the drawer under his bed. 
Finn

Or as we call him, Captain Underpants. This year, Finn has continued his wardrobe habits. And there’s really only so much we can do about it. Most days – underpants it is.
He’s sunny and happy and silly. With a true sense of humor that makes us laugh all the time. He’s also incredibly stubborn and sometimes insensitive.
He’s incredibly observant, with a memory like no other. Harry was given a “Simon” toy for Christmas. And Harry – like a normal person – took several tries, most of the day, and worked up to remembering a sequence of 19. Pretty damn good if you ask me. So, finally Finn steps up. And on his first try gets a 20. For real.
Like Harry (and their father), he excels at Math. He can quickly add sums in his head.
Conversation I had with Finn walking home from the park, after working with Harry on riding a bike.
Finn “Mom, I want to ride in one of those baby seats on the bike.”
Me “hahaha, Finn you’re way too big for that. We just need to get another bike and you can learn to ride it. And if we all want to ride together, we’d need to get a bike for mom and dad, plus two baby seats, one for Theo and one for Viv.’
Finn “How much is an adult bike?” Me “Probably $150”
Finn “How much is a kid bike?” Me “$80”
Finn “How much is a baby seat?” Me “oh, probably $100”
Finn “We need two baby seats, two adult bikes, and one more kid bike. So for everything we need it would cost $580”
Just that fast.
Changing his favorite color this year, took much thought and consideration. He was nervous about it, but told me that he’d like to change his favorite color from red to silver. But then had a panic and changed it from silver to blue.
He has built on his love for all things animal and earth. I often find him reading from his animal encyclopedia on his own. Or find it open in his room, because he was reading it. At Kew Gardens he runs amuck with excitement wanting to read every plaque and every scientific name of every tree and plant. Same at the Natural History Museum – which he basically has memorized. And during our zoo visit, he said “I just LOVE it here at the zoo.” “I’m just SO happy here mom.” He literally cries if he sees us squish an ant or a fly. I wonder if he’ll become vegan sometime soon. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit. For Christmas, we got him an Ant Farm, and it just lit him up. He most definitely considers the ants his pets.
He likes to test out what he learns in school. Asking to repeat experiments that he’s done at school and quizzing me on French. His teacher tells us that he excels, but that she doesn’t always know if he’s paying attention. But when she talks to him or sees his work, it’s clear that he’s understanding everything.
One time I wrote “You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” on the the kitchen chalk board and he couldn’t stand it. Probing me and begging me to change it. “Mom, it needs to be You ARE.” And I said, “Well, it’s just a different way to say it. It’s grammatically incorrect, but it’s charming that it’s an incorrect on purpose. It still has meaning.” He thinks about it, still frustrated, and says, “Ok, then, WHO is you?”
Me “Fine. Just change it, smarty.”
He became OBSESSED with wanting to go to swim school. I could sort of put him off for a few days. But of course, he got smart on me. He started with “Can I go to swim school, mom? Can we go swimming?” To which I could answer “Um, ya, maybe, let me look around” and then started asking “Mom, WHEN are we going swimming?” And then he started making arbitrary deadlines, “Mom, in three more days we’re going swimming!!” We did buckle down and sign up for a gym with a pool so that we could start trying to teach him to swim. He loves it and is full of enthusiasm even when he struggles.
He took the same approach when he randomly decided he wanted to make gummy bears. He asked me one day “Mom, can we make gummy bears?” And I said “I don’t know, I have no idea where to start on that.” And he says back “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Again began asking “When we could make gummy bears” and sure enough I had to figure it out.
And he began wanting to try all kinds of new food, which was awesome. Requesting to try hot chocolate, and guacamole, and tea, and salmon, and tzatziki, and smoothies, and RIBS (his favorite), to name a few.
His sense of humor is real. He can understand most of Rich’s little dad jokes that go over Harry’s head, and recalling inside jokes between us. A few minutes after Rich told him the “What’s black and white and red all over” joke, Finn came back with his own:
“What is brown and yellow and green all over?” “What?” “A sick giraffe” hahaha.







The day that he mysteriously came home with his shorts on INSIDE OUT. Theo

Theo’s main stepping stones this year were starting nursery (half days M-F), and potty training. He’s learning how to make friends, and blossoming more into his vibrant little self. He’s sweet. So sweet. And fun and loving. Silly and musically inclined. And he loves his brothers and his sister so much. He began referring to Harry and Finn as “his boys” and to Viv as “his girl.” Saying things like “”Sorry Vivi, I gotta go play with my boys” “Daddy! Don’t scare my girl!” and “Hey let’s go to the zoo with you and mommy and my boys and my girl.” And most days, at school pick up, he greets me with “Love you mom.”
He alternates between playing with the big boys and playing with Viv. And seems to enjoy both equally and effortlessly. I have a feeling this will be his life. Although, he’s been increasing his time playing with Finn, while Harry is starting to a have a few separate interests, Theo and Finn have bonded a lot over their general silliness and love of video games. And more recently….. Theo’s “new found love” of wearing only his underwear. The big boys taught Theo how to play all of the video and computer games that they play. And he can totally hang with them! It’s crazy. They love to include him when they can.
He began attempting to drop his nap. He got into a pattern of not wanting to lay in his bed for nap time, so I let him lay on the couch for a while. Where he would fall asleep without fail everyday. At the end of the year, he takes one to two naps a week.
In late spring he FINALLY quit banging his head in bed. We moved him to the big boys’ room in a big boy bed and he stopped almost overnight. Partly because he didn’t have a crib side to bang on, I assume. When he gets upset or sick, he’ll still – even now – sit up and rock back and forth or get on all fours and rock back and forth. But, overall he’s doing great.
When he would rock in his crib, it was always a steady banging beat. And now, he sings more than either of the other boys ever did combined. Randomly, one day, he just started singing “Baa Baa Black Sheep” and pretending to strum a guitar along with himself in perfect rhythm. So, I think it’s related and natural for him.
Also natural for him, is kicking a soccer ball and riding his balance bike. He’s an instant whizz. In addition to something that comes natural for him, is a love of guns/weapons. I mean, seriously, obviously I certainly don’t promote violence or guns. We don’t have any anymore, and the other boys don’t even have any gun toys. But as if he’s born to do it, Theo fashions guns from everything – mostly legos. And his most treasured toy this summer was his bubble gun. And when it broke (because damn bubble guns always break) he says “Mom, I was thinking daddy could take me to the bubble gun store and get a NEW BUBBLE GUN!!!” For Christmas, I found a little play gun set with holsters. Needless to say – he loves them.
He is slowly but surely coming out of his eating funk. This time last year, I could barely get him to eat anything that wasn’t tan or brown, and he was losing weight. And now he eats several different fruits and vegetables, and will at least try something if I really ask. He’s learned to love oatmeal again, and spaghetti, and Japanese noodles, and fried rice, and ribs, and salsa, and hummus, and carrots/apples/sweet potatoes/bananas/grapes/peas/corn and hamburgers, and lots of other foods I never would’ve thought he’d work back up to.
The evolution of their eating habits is such a frustrating and tricky thing. But I find that patience (even though it’s pull-your-hair-out-annoying) is really the only thing that works. And nothing has made Rich and I happier than to see him enjoying food again.
His teachers tell me he does well in school, especially in Math. Weird, huh? But at home – following his brothers – he loves a good puzzle. I mean, just really loves to do puzzles. If he gets to pick which toy he wants to play with, he asks to pull the puzzles down. I would be interested to see the correlations between doing puzzles and being good at math. Because I haven’t been able to stop my boys from wanting to do puzzles. Right around age 2/3/4, all three of the boys asked to do puzzles everyday. And now, they excel at math. Got to be related…. maybe? Not sure. But Theo – as if it’s required of him – loves and wants to do a puzzle ALL THE TIME.












With his gun of the day, built from Legos. 


Viv
Princess of the house. And not because we treat her that way, but because she has decided that it is so. She calls herself princess and our house a castle… all on her own.
She’s loves girly necklaces and bracelets, and everything pretty, pink, and sparkly. She, however, is not soft or gentle. While she may be shy when you first meet her, once she gets comfortable around you, she’s happy to be your boss. She’s tremendously loud, and there is no quieting her. No matter at home or in public. She rarely just talks. She mostly yells or cries for communication. She’s a tiny tyrant or a tiny storm. Uncontrollable, loud, and demanding.
And she already knows how to use her voice to manipulate her brothers. When I’d put the baby pool out in the garden, as soon as she saw me filling it up, she’d run outside – usually with clothes on, and get in the pool. And then she’d stand her ground and screech at the boys when they tried to get in the pool. Yelling “ME!” or “MINE!” She cries and asks them to bring her things. And they do. If I won’t give into her wishes, she’ll run to one of them to solve it.
She knows how it works.
When she’s not busy bossing us around, she’s incredibly sweet and silly. And just absolutely melts our hearts. She coos over all of her clothes and accessories, and her princess shows and movies, and her little playhouses and dolls and stuffed animals, and ponies and unicorns and tea sets. She has a bunch of Beanie Boos that she calls her ‘friends’ that she leaves in her crib. And she has a little stuffed doll she named “Daisy.” She loves to play with her Bitty Babies and push them around in the stroller. She loves it all. She loves for me to do her hair, get dressed and then admire herself in the mirror. She loves to call her self ‘cute!’ and ‘prettiful!’
She relishes if she gets to “help” me in the kitchen. Just absolutely loves it. And towards the end of the year, during certain times in the day, I’ve started letting her join the boys upstairs for playtime (without me to supervise), and she just thinks she is SO COOL.
She’s gone through a few weird phases, but for the most part she’s a great eater. And she’s not afraid to make a mess, still in some situations (like Oatmeal) preferring to use her hands to eat instead of her spoon.
She’s also not one little bit afraid to get dirty outside. In fact, if the boys are outside – she will be too. And she’ll be tromping around, picking up bugs right with them. In fact, she happily caught a snail in the garden and then proceeded to stick her finger into the snail. Totally grossing me out, along with all three boys.
I started having to give her ‘time outs’ for various infractions – mostly hitting Theo, when she didn’t get her way. She’s a little young for a time out, in my opinion. So I wasn’t sure if it would work. But it did and she has quite a few time outs depending on the day. She just likes to do as she pleases – which isn’t always the best.




In search of a little break, and little bit of outside social interaction for Viv, she started going to a Nanny one day a week for the morning. And she’s made a little friend of her own, named Charlotte. They have the cutest little friendship, and it’s fun to see her excited about something outside of the house and her brothers.













She loves to climb. All around. She has no fear, and it’s terrifying… but she does have great balance. Crazy girl.

Her major love of the year was her scooter. After enough practice in the house, she’s really mastered it. And, she just goes and she LOVES it. It’s practically a part of her.

Most recently, often dressing up at Hero Princess:

kid words:
“I can spell Lion: a s q t a. And I can spell Lemur: l d s t r e. ” (proudly smiling) Theo
“Vivi just has a twinkle in her eye.” Harry
“Viv is so cute I just want to punch her!” Harry
“I’m cute.” Viv
(while Harry is at tennis lesson) “I hope Harry’s having fun.” Finn
“Mom, do you want me to carry the backpack?” Finn
“Mom. Theo and me are best buds.” Finn
“Mom. You’re such a newb.” Finn
Me, after being out “Theo have you been a good boy or a bad boy?” (half kidding)
“Both.” Theo
“You want to go to the potty mommy?” Theo
“Oh yes, I do” Me
“Great! Then you can go to school and get presents!” Theo
“It’s not a mess, it’s a party!” Finn
“Let’s high five! yes!” (slap) Finn and Theo
“Let’s face five!”
“Ah, no guys. Don’t do that.” Me
(watching descendants with Harry) “Wow, those are some good dancers.” Me
“Of course they’re good dancers, they’re pirates.” Harry
“Mom, are you gonna clean up the stuff on the counter. I like it better when it’s clean.” Harry
“I tagged someone today in rugby” Harry
“Oh ya? Awesome!” Me
“Ya… he was running right at me. And I was worried that my team might think it was weird if I didn’t tag him. So I did…. it’s part of the rules.” – Harry
“This shirt is SO COOL MOM! I LOVE IT!!!” Theo (about a Captain America shirt)
“This meerkat shirt makes me really happy” Finn
“I spy with my little eye something that is beautiful… you mom!” Finn
“YESSS!! I’ve always wanted a cookie jar SO BAD. And now we have one!! We have a cookie jar!!!” Finn
“I want to move because I just really like putting all of our things in boxes.” Harry
“Packing-up is my middle name.” Harry
“I want to clean up so that uncle Isaac thinks we have a nice house.” Harry
“Mom, do you want to hear a really loud fart?” Harry
“I belong to you, mom.” Theo
“Finn, at school, the teacher says you don’t ever raise your hand. But I think that you know the answer and you just don’t raise your hand because you’re too shy. Is that right… Is there ever a time when you don’t know the answer?” Me.
“Never.” Finn “There’s never a time when I don’t know it.”
(hands me a Minecraft toy) “You love it, don’t you.” Theo
(Theo licking the table) “What are you doing??” Me
“Something delicious.” Theo
“Mom, I’ve thought about it for a long time, and it makes me a little sad… but I’ve decided to switch my favorite animal from a fox to a tiger.” Harry
“Mom, why are you sad?” Finn
“Oh, I’m not sad. I’m just very tired. We’ve had a long fun day at the zoo and now daddy had to run into work which means I have to get all of you home, fed, bathed, and in bed by myself. And i’m just tired right now, that’s all.” Me
“Well….. maybe you shouldn’t have had so many kids.” Finn
“Mom, I gotta get my shoes on. Go outside with my boys and my girl. I love them all. Yep. That’s true.” Theo
(Finn says he never wants to get married) “FINN. If you see a girl and you think she’s beautiful and she sees you and she thinks you’re handsome then you’re gonna get married. There’s nothing you can do about it.” Harry
(Verbatim string of words from Harry, with no prompts or responses from me, riding the bus home from shopping) “I always buy the best gifts. We always try to do the right thing. I’m a great friend. Our family, we always make it in time – we always make it to the bus.”
“I’m so big now. This watch just makes me feel like a high schooler.” Harry
“I broke my necklace..” Me
“Oh no! I loved that necklace!” Finn
(shopping in Lush, shouts) “Everything in here smells disgusting!!” Finn
(reading animal encyclopedia) “Elephants eat grass and roots and leaves.” (eye roll) “Everybody knows that.” Finn
“I’m ready for a cell phone mom. One of my own. I can call daddy. I’m ready for it. I am. I’m ready.” Harry
“I’ve got all the funkiest moves.” Finn
“These flags have a good and beautiful design.” Finn
“This muffin is attractive to me.” Finn
“Daddy is at work… just using his fixers.” Theo
(I gave Harry a bag of M&M’s after a successful trip to the store, on the bus home)
“How many can I have?” Harry
“As many as you want. It’s your bag to share with Finn.” Me
“How many are we gonna have!?!” Finn
“Well…. we don’t want to be unhealthy… so I was thinking 3.” Harry
“Ok, ya. I was thinking 5.” Finn
“Ok, yes. 5 will be okay.” Harry
“Yes!!” Both
“What if me and Jerome were walking down the street and a thousand girls were behind us?? In love with us??!! Haahaha” Harry
(Looking at his class picture) “Look at me…. I’m so smart and handsome.” Harry
“Mom. Does the water we drink come from the sewer?” Finn
“ahhhh, no.” Me
“OH, WHEW!” Finn
“If you’re going to play rough, then you’re going to get hurt. And when you get hurt, you just have to deal with it.” Harry to Theo
“You’re my favorite mom.” Theo
(when Erika and Jake were here) “There’s two mommies AND two daddies here. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” Theo
“I’m proud of you mom.”Theo
“I’m not hungry because while all the other boys were playing tag rugby, I was eating all the sandwiches.” Finn
“We should look back at our Christmas list, and cross off the things that we already got from Grandma. C’mon Finn” Harry
“Na, I’ll just look at my toys to remember what I got” Finn
“I’m so happy just demolishing all these ribs.” Finn
“How’s your day going?” Harry
“No where.” Theo
Birthday Interviews
Harry –
- Now that you’re 8 what’s different? I’m smarter.
- How tall are you? um… really tall.
- What are you really good at? Coloring and drawing!
- What’s your favorite thing to do? Play Nintendo 2DS!
- what’s your favorite thing to eat? Hot dog
- Favorite friend? Thierry
- What do you want to be when you grow up? Lego builder
- What does daddy do at work? Works in a big office doing computers.
- What do you like best about mom and dad? I like best that mom is kind and creative and good at cooking. And dad is kind, and he’s also creative, and he’s fun. And he’s funny.
- How strong is dad? Super strong, like strong as an elephant.
- What’s mom’s favorite thing to do? um…. cook. because she’s really good at it
- What’s your favorite thing about Finn, Theo, and Vivian? I like Vivi because she’s cute and she’s funny. Theo is creative and funny and nice. The only thing I like about Finn is that he’s funny.
- What do you think of girls? um… I don’t know. I think they’re cool and smart.
- If you could have a super power, what would it be? Super strength, because then I could punch villains and jump high to kill villains.
- What’s the best thing that happened to you this year? Having 22 pounds (GBP). And going to Daniel’s party.
- Where do you want to go on vacation? something where a paradise was… ah, California!
- Are you going to get married someday? um, actually I think I am. Because I think I’m handsome. And you do too.
- How do you make cookies? Mostly, um, I forgot the first bit, but I know the end. What you do last, so mostly you get the cookies out of the oven. No – first you, oh now I remember. You have this dough, and you add chocolate chips and you mix it together in a bowl in a mixer. Then you put it on a plate in the oven. Then you get it out, it’s cooked and you use this thing that makes them into circles. And then you put them back in the oven and they are flat.
- Can you tell me a joke? Ah… no.
- What do you think of God and Jesus? I love them.
Finn –
- Now that you’re 6, what’s different? I’m taller.
- How tall are you? This tall – points to measuring chart.
- What’s your favorite thing to eat? PIZZA!
- Favorite friend? Yusef… since he was my first one.
- What do you want to be when you grow up? A zoo keeper.
- What does daddy do at work? He works on the computer.
- What do you like best about mom and dad? Mom is nice because you make breakfast for us. And dad is nice because he plays games with us.
- How strong is dad? Really really strong!
- What’s mom’s favorite thing to do? To eat breakfast.
- What’s your favorite thing about Harry, Theo, and Vivian? ummm.. Vivi’s cute. Theo’s kind. Harry is smart because he tells me everything he knows.
- What do you think of girls? They’re beautiful.
- If you could have a super power what would it be? Flying and laser eyes.
- What’s the best thing that happened to you this year? Swimming in the swimming pool at swimming lessons.
- Where do you want to go on vacation? Japan!
- Are you going to get married someday? Nope! I’m going to live with you.
- How do you make cookies? Um.. I don’t know. I like snowman cookies.
- Can you tell me a joke? Why was the pteradactyl in the toilet? (why?) Because the P was silent. hahahahaha
- What do you think of God and Jesus? They’re AWESOME and smart and good.
Theo –
- How tall are you? 3
- Now that you’re three, what’s different? I’m three.
- What’s your favorite food? um… carrots
- Who is your favorite friend? ahhh.. Joe.
- What do you want to be when you grow up? ah, 4. ah, 100.
- What does daddy do at work? He builds.
- What do you like best about mom and dad? I like best a kiss from mommy, I like a kiss from daddy.
- How strong is dad? 180.
- What’s mom’s favorite thing to do? Build on the legos.
- What your favorite thing about Harry, Finn, and Viv? A kiss from Harry. A kiss from Finn. A kiss from Vivi. Hahahaha
- What do you think of girls? hum…. a kiss?
- If you could have a super power, what would it be? Ah, a super man.
- What’s the best thing that happened to you this year? I fall down.
- Where do you want to go on vacation? Trains.
- Are you going to get married someday? I did.
- How do you make cookies? French Fries.
- Can you tell me a joke? Yes! Do you want to hear a construction joke? (yes) I’m still working on it. hehehe.
- What do you think of God and Jesus? That you want to give them a kiss and when I give them a kiss they give Vivi a kiss.
Mom Fails
Keeping the bathroom clean…. because boys. A plumber came to re-caulk the bathtub. He bends over and touches some liquid around the toilet and says “Now, is the toilet leaking?”
Me – “Ah, no. Wash your hands. I have three boys. Sorry.”
Forgot about Theo’s fundraiser. I was in Greece. He made a parfait to “sell” and I didn’t tell Grandma she’d need to buy one.
After the move, found condoms in the Pokemon cards.
Finn went to school and couldn’t get his new PE shoes on bc they still had the paper in them.
Accidentally packed Theo’s shirt for Finn to change into after morning rugby. And when I picked him up from school he was wearing Theo’s tiny shirt.
Took Finn to Harry’s piano lesson, where he suddenly needed to poop. And the only toilet is right next to his lesson room – which is within earshot. Harry couldn’t stop laughing and was also super embarrassed from Finn’s pooping sounds in front of his teacher.
Accidentally bought two shampoos instead of one shampoo and one conditioner. Put one of the shampoo bottles in the cabinet for later. Used the shampoo and bought new conditioner. Used them both, needed more. Incorrectly *remembered* that I had extra “conditioner” in the cabinet, so I bought shampoo, thinking I would now have a shampoo and a conditioner. When I got home realized I was wrong, and once again had two shampoos.
Long story but the words “Fu*k slime” came out of Finn’s mouth.
Ruined an entire batch of lentil soup by adding sugar.
Added spiced peanuts to my huge batch of trail mix for the kids, instead of regular salted peanuts. Had to dump out the entire batch and pick out the peanuts.
Set dry oats on fire in microwave.
and… *special edition* Dad fails:
Rich decided to go through the volunteer training class at school so that he would be able to volunteer on field trips. When they asked for his children’s classes and teachers, he proceeded to write Theo – Reception, Finn – 2D, and Harry 4S. All three of which are incorrect. He said the writing “reception” was just a total fluke that he didn’t realize until afterward. He knows the Theo’s not in Reception, but in Nursery. And he got the big boys’ year group right, but just the wrong teacher initial letter, which is totally understandable. It’s just frustrating, and slightly hilarious to get all three completely wrong.
Ordered the wrong bunk bed. Once put together, it was non-returnable. Put it together before he realized it was the wrong one. Had to order a second bunk bed and sell the first… for a third of the price.
The words “what does ‘eat a D’ mean??” came out of Harry.
Again long story, but all Rich on that one.
….. too funny not to add, love you honey.
OKAY! That’s it. 2017 locked up and in the books.
Goodbye, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, Good Night.
To you, to you. To you and you and you.
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Cotswolds

Its mom and me, again. On another girls day out.
This time – it’s the Cotswolds.
A picturesque country-side region of England (sort-of) west of London.
We took a big tour bus out from city center for this day. We did this in mid-July and the weather was absolute perfection.
There are quite a few Cotswolds tours that leave from London everyday, and many of them just do one or two villages and then go on to visit something else, like Stonehenge or the Downton Abbey house. But we decided that we might feel shorted on our Cotswolds time if we did a combo tour. So we went all-in with a four-village 3/4 day tour to the Cotswolds only.








We had a great tour guide for the day. She gave us lots of information on all types of things including the sheep and wool trade of old century England and the construction of Cotswold-stone walls. We like learning, so we liked this.
In general it was a little busier and more commercialized that we realized. Which was fine… just not what we expected. See here:


There were some great antique shops along the way that I found surprisingly charming. I bought a vintage necklace for Viv and the perfect teal vase.
The flowers were gorgeous everywhere.
We ate a very traditional lunch at a very traditional 18th century pub.
We posed by 14th century English cottages… that people still live in right now.









If you read my post about Brussels, you’ll notice I’m wearing the exact same outfit.
I dubbed this ^ my official day-trip outfit.
It has everything I need. Moving on.



We found our bus tour to be slightly odd on timing, and almost rushing us around. We think they could’ve cut one village to give us more time in the others. And our bus was sold out, and honestly a little tight on space. That being said – a bus tour is still nice because doing something like this on your own – driving – would have been much more stressful.
Regardless of that, we had a nice quiet day and at the last adorable village we enjoyed tea and scones by the river. #win.




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Brussels

When my mom visited us this summer, we made sure to carve out a few days for her and I to do something fun. We went around a little on what those “somethings fun” should be but we landed on Brussels.
From London, you can train it to Brussels in about 2 hours.
Ka-Ching.
We took an early train there and an evening train back.
Spent the day. And it was just lovely.
Mom looked ahead, did some research, and found a handy little “walk of Brussels” tour on Pinterest. Turns out Brussels is blessedly walkable. Party! I would just like to say thank you for being walkable Brussels.
I like it, I appreciate it. I see you.
It makes your city even more destination-able than it already was.
Not having to worry about transit in foreign country = happy me.
Our “tour” ended up being perfect. I mean, as far as I know. We saw all the ‘major’ things.
We had plenty of time to eat and dilly around the chocolate shops.
That’s all I need.
Our Goals for Brussels –
Eat Chocolate
Eat Waffles
Eat Fries
Drink Beer
Secondary Goals –
“Touristy” things that might be in cahoots with or on the way to chocolate, waffles, fries, or beer.
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We arrived at the main train station (Midi/Zuid). We had previously googled how to take the train to the first stop on mom’s Pinterest tour, which was a beautiful park and palace.
We completed the first part of our day with ease and efficiency.

And also – at the top of our walk we walked by this huge building with these massive flags hanging all over it.

And I was like, “Oh look the German flag. Must be their embassy.”
And mom was like, “Are you sure, I don’t know. Could be a fancy Belgium building.”
And I was like “NO way, I definitely 100% know that is the German flag – geez mom, don’t you know your flags.”
We shortly found out however that I was wrong and that ^^ is in fact the flag of Belgium.
She graciously didn’t rub it in my face. But in my defense THIS is the German flag:

Flag lesson over.
From there, we walked by some fancy museums (Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Musical Instrument Museum, and Magritte Museum) and onward to the Cathedral of St. Michael and St. Gudula.
I have to say it’s pretty standard on the scale of “beautiful European Cathedrals.” I don’t know how to describe it like an Art Historian or an Architect. I mean, I know just enough to be dangerous, so it’s probably best if I leave it to the professionals. Just know that I’m always impressed and I never tire of seeing these places and being in them.





From there we walked to the Grand Place. The Google definition of Grand Place is:
“Huge city square completely encircled by elegant historic buildings dating back to the 14th century.”
And that’s precisely what it is and it doesn’t disappoint.
It’s huge, vibrant, and beautiful.



From there, you walk the surrounding area. You shop and search for Chocolate, waffles, and Fries.
You also search for the Mannekin Pis, which is this litte statue of a boy peeing.

It is very important to the Belgiums. They dress him up in all sorts of outfits, and there are mini’s of him all over the shops.
I didn’t really like it. I don’t know… I think that’s why I don’t even have a picture of us with it. But what’s weird is that I was compelled to buy a little statue of him at the train station. And here he sits in my house.

Everyday, all day.
I don’t have an explanation.
Moving on – we were getting hungry and mom had done some research on where to find THE BEST Belgium waffle. And it happened to be right next to the Mannekin Pis.


Mom got sweet – Strawberry and Nutella. I wasn’t quite ready to brave the sugar coaster, so I got a cheesy/savory waffle pocket.
Both were yum yum yum. Yummy yum yum. Double thumbs up.
Then mom got some Nutella on her white shirt, which is hilariously typical and I had to take a pic. Sorry mom!

Other waffle displays we left uneaten:


From there we continued to peruse and follow our Pinterest tour, while taking in some of the funky street art and some of the Belgium famous tapestries and lace.
I learned something new – Belgium is (additionally) famous for tapestries and lace.




And then the chocolate shopping commenced.
You see one chocolate shop and it has the most beautiful display and the most amazing looking treats and the most incredible SMELL.
And you’re like “This shop is amazing!”
“I want to buy chocolate in here.”
But then, you remember you’re a lady and you’re required to shop around. “If I keep walking I may find something that I like even better….”
And you can continue to do this all day in Brussels. Because there is literally a chocolate shop every 20ft. Some of them have a folk-y sort of feel. They have chocolate treats but also a lot of other types of sweets and fun colored lollipops. In those shops – I would feel comfortable letting my kids come in. They have pretty colored tins, and mix-and-match bags.
Others are not that way – they are quiet and white with chocolate so elegantly styled and presented that the chocolates look like make-up instead of candy. And they have, like, 30 chocolates total in the whole store and that’s it. Nothing else fun. These shops are SERIOUS. No kids allowed. (I mean, I’m sure they’re allowed) Just in general, however, you feel like you should behave yourself.







And then there are some in the middle. But either way, walking around you start to realize that some of the shops are doubled or even tripled around the city. This makes your lady brain relax a little. You can go ahead and start buying some chocolate – you’ve hit all the options.
Mom had again researched ahead where we should eat fries. The place was called Frit-land, and it was about mid-point in our walk. Obviously lots of other people had decided they were going to get their fries at Fritland too. Because when we happened upon it, the line was loooooong. But we were there and we decided to wait. We waited for 30 minutes and didn’t move. We jointly decided that maybe we weren’t going to have Frit-land fries and started making our way back to the Grand Place.
Once we left, the line seemed to loosen up a little, but not much. I’m not sure what was going on there. I think there might have been a big group or some sort of problem. I don’t know. How long do people wait for fries? How long does it take to make and distribute fries??
Not sure, but once back at the Place, we found a place to sit. Mom ordered cheese, fries, and a (Radler German style) beer for us to share.

After snack time ,we made our final chocolate purchases and decided we needed to give ourselves plenty of time to figure out how to get back to the train station.
Even though we had googled and screen-shot-ed directions ahead of time, we found ourselves utterly confused at the French/Dutch/German speaking train station. We somehow figured out how to get tickets and then also found the platforms. But we COULD NOT figure out which train we needed to get back to Midi (which is the international train station). We kept switching platforms, trains kept coming, boards kept changing. We felt like we couldn’t make sense of anything. There didn’t seem to be a lot of (helpful) English speakers, or employees. I had a real mini-panic-flash that maybe we wouldn’t figure it out. Even when we thought we had it figured out and finally, bravely, decided to get on a train… I was not confident.
The root of our problem was that we didn’t realize that our destination (the international train station) called Midi or Zuid goes by two interchangeable names. We were only looking for Midi. So, we’d find Midi on the board – run to the platform – to only see the trains going to Zuid! And then repeat.
We got on the right train, though, and it was only a few stops before we arrived at MIDI/ZUID. Even with all that messing around, we ended up getting to MIDI way earlier than we anticipated. We had about 2 hours to kill, so we sat outside in the nice weather and had a nice dinner at the station.
With that much time to kill, we realized we would’ve had time earlier in the day to visit one of those museums we walked by or wait in the long Fritland line. But that’s just something you learn on your first time in a new place. We still accomplished our scholarly goals, and had a fun day together. The train back left around 7, and we were in London by 9 and home by a little after 10.
Adventure day to Belgium – done and in the books.