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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.
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Corfu, Greece
GREECE.
oh, hello my love.
Greece.
Corfu to be exact.
Reflecting back on Corfu, my only thoughts are of utter bliss.
Just ahh…… brain melt type bliss.
Taking THIS trip to THIS place was one of the best things we’ve ever done.
1.Get Married
2. Have Kids
3. Go to Corfu
We knew we wanted a quick get-away once grandma arrived in June. So we stirred around about it for a few days and shopped deals. But, per the usual – we became overwhelmed with options. One night we really focused and searched all kinds of things. From Iceland to Venice to Budapest.
We both became frustrated and decided to go to bed.
It was midnight, Rich was brushing his teeth, I just clicked on one more random “deals in Greece” link on TripAdvisor. Corfu came up.
Flights, hotel, food. A price we thought was great.
He says, over brushing his teeth, ‘just book it…’
I would like to say ‘we have always dreamed of going to Greece’ or ‘we researched thoroughly where we wanted to go’ and all that. But truth is at the end of a long a somewhat depressing evening, we picked Corfu on an exhausted whim.
Booked at 12:30am.
We took a VERY early flight out of London. I think we left the house at 3:30am, and had the most charismatic cab driver take us to the airport. We never take a cab. Cabs are to be avoided at almost all costs. But the train to the airport doesn’t run all night. Enter cab… begrudgingly.
This put us at the airport at 4am-ish. The airport at 4am was strange and unexpectedly lively. Families with children, large groups, all kinds. Some people were drinking beer and some were eating breakfast. It was really weird and, like kinda fun or something. I don’t know – I was just really happy at the airport.
Fly out at 6. Three hour flight, time change, cab to hotel – arrive at hotel around 11ish.
This is my ‘no make up, been up since 3am – but relieved to be in Greece face’

The Resort.
Ok, so, let’s clarify – we went to Corfu. But also we went to a RESORT in Corfu. A resort that markets and caters heavily to Brits and western-type travelers. Like…. if you just stayed at the resort and didn’t venture off anywhere – I’m not sure how ‘Greek’ your experience would be. You’re here and you’re going to experience Greece, but also don’t worry because you’ll have all the things you’re used to, also…. if you want them.
Like air conditioning or fried chicken.
They served very good food with authentic Greek options, but also lots of “Brit” and “American” options. And then, of course, there was the beautiful authentically Greek seaside scenery that I suppose you would experience with the resort. But that would be the extent of it.
Which – btw – THERE IS ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with.
It was hard for Rich and I to want to leave the resort. We almost didn’t. Like, I could totally just live there full time. I could promote it – do commercials for it. I can’t say enough positive things about. I’m just making the disclaimer that I think we ‘cheated’ a little in not doing something more ‘authentic.’
But do I care?
Not one damn bit.
Do not fear, we peeled ourselves off our beach chairs and left the resort.
We did. We cultured.
So. there.
My favorite thing about this resort was the quiet.
Lack of sound.
Basically just the ocean sounds. And the general sense of having the place to yourself. Which was odd. There were a lot of people at the resort. I know this because I would see them at meal times. But then after the meal times, I don’t know… everyone dispersed. There were several pools – one of which was strictly kid geared. The kid pool had it’s own thing going on. The more adult pools had a party-type thing going on. But our favorite spot was down on the “beach” where it was blissfully quiet and there was a great little cafe.
The coast where we were staying was rocky, but they manufactured a little sandy beach, with a cool deck-type situation where you could wade (or jump) into the water.






See how there are not very many people in most of those pictures? It was like that often in the resort. Just not very crowded. Quiet, calm.







The Weather.
When we were there in early June = #absoluteperfection
The Town.
On the second day, we ventured to Corfu town by way of a bus that picked us up by the resort. It dropped us off in town and picked us up in town. We were able to peruse the town and take a sunset cruise complete with dinner and real Greeks doing traditional dancing.
When we finished eating on the boat – music just came on and the crew of the boat just appeared on the deck and started dancing! Like, clapping the hands up high, twisting, kneeling, walking in a square moves. It was interesting, and obviously something they’d done their entire lives. Sadly I don’t have a picture of that. I guess I was too swept away…. and I was also a little seasick and cold from the sea breeze in my sleeveless top. No matter how warm it is during the day – bring a coat on the ocean, people!










The Food.
Mostly yogurt and honey. And then, cucumbers, tomatoes, feta, seafood and wine.
We had great food everywhere we went.
Most of our meals were at the resort, but we also ate in Corfu town, on our boat cruise, and at a cafe down the road from the resort, perched above the water called Barbayiannis Cheers Bar.



Yogurt deserves a Gold Star. We’ve all heard of Greek Yogurt. Maybe some of us have heard of Greek honey.
(and as I have in other posts – I would like to point out what a damn fool I looked like taking a picture of the yogurt bowl)
THIS yogurt is…. served in a huge bowl, accompanied by a huge bowl of honey.
You scoop a couple scoops of yogurt and then you drizzle drizzle.
And it’s the sort of experience that makes you re-evaluate. Your brain doesn’t properly process what is happening. There is confusion and shock.
On our first dinner at the buffet, Rich who doesn’t even eat, or really like yogurt says “I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but… I’m going back to get more yogurt.”
We became absolutely crazy for the yogurt and ate it with every meal.
Creamy, light and rich at the same time. Sweet, but not too sweet.
Flavorful, fresh. Cut it with that amazing honey……
I know this is hard to understand. Because yogurt is just yogurt and you move on with life. But all I’m saying is…. GREEK YOGURT IN GREECE IS SO GOOD that you’ll be mad about it.
The other.
Besides eating, and visiting the town, we layed around on the beach. That’s always my absolute favorite.
Me, in my beach chair, when we started to get hungry one day “I’m getting pretty hungry. I really want to go get some food. Walk over to that restaurant and eat something seafood-y. Sounds amazing…. but I’m just not sure it’s worth getting up out of this chair. It’s tough babe. Do you think they would bring food over here to us? How can we tell them??”

We also unexpectedly found ourselves swimming in the ocean. I say “unexpectedly” because I’m not really a swimmer. I LOVE to go to a lake, or go to a beach, or be on a boat. However – I do not like to swim.
I mean, I’m not afraid… and I CAN swim – if it is required of me. When I was a kid and went to 4H camp, and I had to tred water for 5 minutes before they let us take out a canoe – I crushed that. But I never EVER swim for enjoyment. I’ve just never really enjoyed it that much. When lazying about near a body of water, I usually just dip my toes in to cool off, or wade in half way or something.
BUT – Finn went on a kick in late spring where he was obsessed with going to swim school. It was too late to sign him up for lessons, so we started taking him to the pool at the gym and just trying to teach him ourselves. So there I am, studying instructional swim videos on YouTube. And now I’m a swim teacher.
ANYWAY – I had been in a swimming sort of place. I was a little hot on the beach, and I decided to just get in the water for a little bit. I waded in and I found myself wanting to swim. A lot. Like, way more than Rich was up for. Like, I swam way way out by myself. And just swam and swam and swam. Under water, over water. And it was so awesome. It was cool and refreshing, and I had to exert so much energy and then I could eat all I wanted. And the best part was that I surprised myself. I’ve never swam in the sea like that. I’ve never WANTED to. But, I guess I just do that now.
I just had the best time swimming in the ocean like a boss.
Maybe it was all the yogurt. I don’t know…
Here is a picture of how swimming made me feel. And also, how the ocean water in combination with the sun made my hair have legit ‘beach wave’ for the first time ever. And also – the rare occasion in which I let myself be photographed in a bathing suit.

ON THAT NOTE
feelings about bathing suits –
I have come to a point where I feel I need to wear a one-piece bathing suit instead of a two-piece. (In that ^ picture, my arm is crooked under my chest, showing what looks like belly skin. But I am – in fact – wearing a one piece.) And I think it’s probably easy for most women to understand the reasons why I feel that way.
However I found myself to be over-dressed in my one-piece in Corfu. Once I noticed it, I started looking. And I only found TWO OTHER women wearing a one piece bathing suit the entire time we were there – and one was a tankini.
At all the pools, at the beach, around the resort. I was (essentially) the only one.
Women of all shapes, sizes, and ages wore two pieces – or sometimes only the bottom piece. And it didn’t matter what they looked like.
It just didn’t matter.
And we weren’t at a nude resort.
IT WAS JUST THE WAY.
Obviously it comes down to a cultural difference. From my standard American perspective the thinking is “If you don’t look a certain way, you better go ahead and cover up.” This makes a healthy mother of four like me feel ashamed to wear a bikini. Meanwhile, the Italian 80-year old next to me confidently and freely walks the beach in hers. She has no fear of judgment or ridicule or whispers. And neither does the Greek 40 year old, the German 25 year old, or even the Brit 30 year old.
During my laze-ing around I pondered these thoughts. Overall I’m just annoyed. I want to be that comfortable with myself.
I think most of the European/Greek women think “I’m at the beach and the appropriate attire is a bikini.”
I still think about it now – months later.
Modestly is different. That is a different cultural or religious choice. While I think you should respect yourself, I don’t consider myself to be modest. Living in London, I see actual modest women on a daily basis and they don’t show a lick of skin below their neck. I don’t subscribe to those notions and I should be able to wear a bikini if I so desire – because that would be appropriate beach attire and that is the only reason I need.
Or… at least that’s the thought.
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Alright – that’s all on Corfu. I give it 5 stars. Or 80 billion…. however many it wants.
If ever my path crosses again with Corfu, I will be a lucky person. And perhaps a less-dressed one….
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Where we stayed:
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Changing Houses
Ok… I’m finally ready to write about this.
We have changed houses.
Not moved. Because when I say “we’re moving” everybody tends to over-react.
This is me, with almost every other parent/friend at school:
“We’re moving…..”
“Oh my goodness!! Where to?!?”
“Just Gordondale.”
“oh.. oh good. That’s nice.”
When I say ‘changing houses’ FOR SOME REASON it is much better received.
So there it is. We changed houses.
Here’s the thing. We don’t ENJOY moving, even though I know our life choices make it appear that way. Rich and I will hit 10 years of marriage this June and we’ve lived in many different homes. 8 to be exact.
Not typical, I know.
Some moves were our choice, others weren’t. For the official record I would just like to chronicle our moves and why they happened. And then everyone will see once and for all… that… it makes sense….
1 – apartment in Washington DC = Summer 2007 – Fall 2007. Moved because Rich took a job in Chicago. And because I was a little whiner who didn’t like DC.
2 – apartment in Schaumburg = Fall 2007 – Fall 2008. 1 whole year! Moved because our year lease was up and we were expecting Harry, and wanted something “bigger.”
3 – townhouse in Palatine = Fall 2008 – Fall 2009. Moved because our landlord foreclosed. Waaa waaah.
4 – townhouse in Schaumburg = Fall 2009 – Fall 2010. Moved because our landlord foreclosed. What? Again? A different landlord? Yes. Double Waaa waaaaaaaaaaah.
5 – townhouse in Aurora = Fall 2010 – Spring 2013. 2.5 years! Moved because we decided to build a house
5.5 – Mom and Dad’s house 🙂 = I lived here for four months with the boys while our house was being built. Rich stayed with friends in Chicago and came home on the weekends.
6 – Oswego house = moved IN Fall of 2013, SOLD and moved out Summer of 2015 because we are insane. Didn’t quite make it 2 years.
6.5 – back at Mom and Dad’s for a month because our house sold too quickly.
7 – Stroud house = Fall 2015 – Spring 2017. Moved because of several reasons.
8 – Gordondale house! Spring 2017 – …………… ?
So… it doesn’t seem that bad when it’s all laid out and explained, right???
Right??
RIGHT?!?!
Right.
I’m glad we agree.
A lot of different factors lead us to the decision to move this time around.
Basically we were paying too much in rent.
Way too much.
Here’s the thing: we knew we were going to have to move in October regardless. Our landlord was wanting too much money from us.
Quick tip: if your landlord/rental management agency demands anything over a 3% raise on your rent after ONE YEAR, they are out of bounds. 3% is more than enough to cover fluctuations in the market.
Last summer, our landlord asked for a 15% raise in rent. IS THIS REAL LIFE?!?
We knew that was crazy but we didn’t know what else to do. As a GOOD tenant, you have a little bit of power, in that if you leave your landlord will incur costs and time in finding a new good tenant. The Stroud house is at the top of the market on size and quality alone. And it is completely furnished. We get all that. We were happy to have it. But, we were still paying alot lot lot. At the thought of moving last year, we wanted to vomit… so… we compromised on an 8% raise and re-signed for the year. We didn’t like it, I mean – we already paid ALOT.
This year, though, we’re more settled. Things have calmed down. WE have calmed down. “Changing houses” didn’t seem so bad.
WE KNEW, we just knew, that our landlord was going to ask us for more. We also knew that we were not willing to pay any more. So, we started looking around… and come to find out, prices had gone down and we now pay 500-800/month more than other comparable properties.
ahhh…… what now? NO.
Not cool.
So, we could either wait till October when our lease is up. Keep paying our super high rent and have more pressure to move by an October deadline, or we could start looking now… and possibly leave early.
Here’s the other thing: It’s relatively stupid to pay too much for rent. You don’t have to. That’s the wonderful thing about renting. If you don’t like it, YOU CAN LEAVE.
I recently found out I was paying too much for the hand soap that I like and I was like super mad about it. HAND SOAP.
I don’t like to spend unnecessary money. Not even a little. I don’t think anyone with four kids does. I’m a shop-arounder. I’m the queen-returner. And I’m super practical. I don’t like buying things that don’t serve a purpose. I have to convince myself to buy ‘decor’ items, with the argument that their purpose is to be ‘decor.’ I wear socks with holes in them and shirts with stains because they still work. Stuff like that.
I don’t consider myself to be cheap because I appreciate and see the value in spending money on the appropriate things when the time calls. But I will not pay more for something if I don’t have to.
I’ve got other things to spend that money on.
Horrendously over-paying for rent is not on my list of “appropriate” spending.
We crunched the numbers and decided that even after we incurred moving costs and possibly FURNISHED AN ENTIRE HOUSE, that we could still save money in the long run.
We called the rental management company, asked if we could get out of our lease. They said yes, and that was the turning point. We realized we were going to move.
Sooner rather than later.
And the hunt began.
HOUSE HUNTING in LONDON
(specifically Wimbledon)(specifically walking distance of Wimbledon Park Primary)
Being a family of six in the city is sometimes stressful. Searching for a house is one of those times. You have to decide what you’re willing to compromise on. What can we deal with? What are the deal breakers?
Side note on homes in London vs. the homes in America (in general): They are different. Set your expectations accordingly.
Now that the boys are all three in school and doing very well, we were basically not willing to budge on location. The agents kept asking us, “Can you do Croydon? Can you do Putney? Can you do central Wimbledon?”
Me “Are you dim.. I said walking distance to Wimbledon Park Primary. Three times already.”
– I didn’t really say that. But I certainly thought it…
We could move out of the area and save money. We could. Save alot.
We could move out of the area and get a big-giant-house. We could.
But we had time on our side, we weren’t desperate yet. We could prioritize NOT-uprooting-the-boys-from-school.
As we started looking around and touring properties, we realized one thing: we were going to have to go ahead and break our lease. We kinda thought we could have our cake and eat it too. Stay in our house and look for something new. But we began to realize that most properties that are up for rent are empty and not willing to wait for you to give your current landlord “60 days notice.”
“ah, yes, we like this house. can we move in in 3 months?”
…. doesn’t really seem to work that way.
If we weren’t willing to break the lease, we could potentially continue to see properties that we couldn’t jump on… all the way to October. We needed to be free to move in order to snag something that came up. The downside of this, of course, is that you could break your lease, not find anything, and then end up with literally no home.
We had to jump off the cliff, break the lease, and find a place to move on the fall down.
It may seem like a risky move when you have four kids, and it seems that way because IT IS THAT WAY.
It’s not like we didn’t think we would find something. We knew we would find SOMETHING. It was just a matter of which concession we would be willing to make. Will we have to walk really far? Five bedrooms is out of the question. There just aren’t any. We know for a fact that this 5 bedroom is SUPER RARE. We have to go down to four or even three bedrooms. Will it just have to be ‘not quite as nice’?
All that considered, we just did it. We decided to break the lease early and have some faith. We’ll find something. We will. We’ll find something.
After that there was drama. Most of which, I see no need to re-tell. The landlords tried to fight us on the lease break. We were IN THE RIGHT, legally. There was nothing to fight.
It got a smidge ugly. Lease-break-Gate, I think I’ll call it.
Like usual, we forged ahead.
We were scouring, SCOURING, for a new house in the square inch of land where we wanted to live.
We need to be walking distance from the school. So draw a little circle around the school.
Now – we need to have enough space (that’s a loose term).
So, knock out 90% of the available properties.
Also – we need it NOT to be a million dollars.
And – please-Lord-above could we get a dryer.
And – please-Almighty-Lord-above a downstairs toilet too.
And.. that leaves you with…………… 2 properties.
I know – I’m asking for too much.
But I’m just so tired everyday and I need a new house and I have 60 days. I’ll be a good little shepard, I promise. I have to potty train two toddlers, I really need a downstairs toilet. Oh, and I need to do six people’s laundry and bedding….
Can I live with three bedrooms if the living space is big enough?
If I have to choose between having a dryer and having three bedrooms instead of four?
I THINK I MIGHT CHOOSE A DRYER….. What world do I live in?
It was honestly more stressful than our move over here, and it consumed our thoughts and time for the first three months of the year.
Then one day the clouds parted, and the sun shone. A new house came up.
A house for us.
A perfect house for us.

- 4 bedrooms
- 2 min WALK TO SCHOOL, even closer than we used to be (which is also by the train, the bus, the grocery store, and the doctor)
- 2.5 baths (including one on the ground floor!)
- Laundry! Washer/Dryer combo machine. But, I’m NOT ABOUT to complain about anything.
- spacious garden with shed!
- beautiful and new throughout
- great layout that could easily be Vivian-proofed

The beautiful front door. 
The view from the entry way. 
Half Bath under the stairs. 
Kitchen from front. 
Kitchen from back. 
The cooker. 
The first thing to function in the new kitchen. Tea and coffee area. 
Living Room. 
Up the stairs… 
First Bath 
I just like this. 
Landing. 
Gonna be boys room. 
Gonna be Playroom/Guest room/extra Boy room 
Gonna be Viv’s Room. 
Another set of stairs. 
Third floor Master Bedroom. 
From the front of the room. 
The view out of the balcony doors. Hello everyone! 
And on the other side of the door, the Second full bath. 
Hidey holes for Dishwasher and Washer/Dryer Combo machine. 
Behind the doors. Pantry, Fridge, Freezer. I jumped on it so fast. I think my fingers sizzled as I called the estate agent.
We viewed it, but I didn’t even need to. It was love-at-first-sight-on-RightMove. We met the new landlords. We like them. They like us. They’ve been in the house for 16 years, they recently renovated the kitchen and the loft. Basically they’re solid. The new rental management agency is solid too – they proved that to us through their very professional behavior through every turn of Lease-break-Gate, and followed that up with winning paperwork and lots of care and attention.
I love this house so much.
Let’s get some perspective. Rarely, if EVER EVER, does one “down-grade” or “down-size” into a property like this in London, of this Earth. And that’s probably the most telling of how much we were over-paying on Stroud. And why the whole mess was worth it.
Hands down – I can look at that list up there, and say that this is my favorite house we’ve lived in. Including the one we built. It’s smaller in size than the last two houses we’ve lived in, but it doesn’t matter because it just fits us really well. I’ve always wanted a house the was JUST big enough. Not too big, because I’m weird about unused space. Because every space must serve a PURPOSE… or two or three.
I like things simple. I’m the opposite of a hoarder. This house has room for all of my people, and room for all of the appropriate stuff and no more after that.
Happy.
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This move was very different from all of our other moves.
One, because we didn’t have any furniture or furnishings. We didn’t have the big stuff like beds or a table. But we also didn’t have a spoon or a trash can or a toilet brush. It was all just there in Stroud when we moved in. The only things we moved over here with were clothes, bedding, toys, and a few select kitchen items.
And Two – because it was just a few streets over.
And Three – because the leases overlapped and we had both houses for a month.
When we got the keys to the new house, we began measuring, planning, and ordering furniture. We wanted to try and have it mostly set up before moving the kids over. Deliveries came almost everyday. I ran around to different stores every other day and pieced the new kitchen together.



And then, I started packing up our things at Stroud. The kids were on break from school. That meant I had mover helpers. I also have four strollers. I’m resourceful. Everyday, I’d load up the strollers with our STUFF and we’d push a load over.




Theo made sure to always bring his potty seat! 
If you think I don’t know how ridiculous this is, you’d be wrong.
I do know.
And yet, I’m certainly not above this.
Why would I hire movers or rent a truck when it can easily be done this way?
Rich was like “All the neighbors probably see you guys and think ‘Oh that poor woman, her husband is too cheap to hire movers so he makes her move all of their things over one trip at a time. I see her walking loads over everyday, with the kids…. making them push strollers too!’”
I was like “I don’t care what anyone thinks!”
Plus, the kids had fun doing it.
Whatever.
I laughed on a lot of these trips… it was just as bananas as it looks. Papa (who was here to LITERALLY save us) started referring to it as our ‘urban migration.’
Perfect.
But you know what? Nobody ever even gave us a second look.
That’s London.
In the evenings Rich and I, and Papa, would take turns taking loads over and setting up and building furniture.
We initially thought that we would rent a van or truck or something for one weekend. But as the loads slowly went over and our things in Stroud diminished, I looked around and said to Rich “I think we can WALK our whole house over there.”
And he answered back “Ya, I think so too.”
And that’s what we did.
The biggest thing we had was Viv’s crib. Brought over in two trips by daddy, Papa, and the Sit N’ Stand stroller.
By Easter weekend, the kitchen was set up and most major furniture was in place. Our goal by Sunday was to bring over everything we needed for the kids to start sleeping there. Everything left at Stroud could continue to be brought over by the stroller caravan. So, we re-located the kids and all of their essentials. We left them at Gordondale with Papa and went back to start packing up everything that was left.
At this point one of our neighbors knocked on the door
“Um, I just saw Rich walking down the street carrying a television. Please let us take a car load over for you.”
Me “Oh no, really, we’re alright! We’re just walking things over a little at a time. We have another week or so. We’re doing ok!”
Her “No, really, we’re home all day – let us just take one load over. It’s not trouble at all.”
Me, “Well, ok…. maybe. I’ll see.. maybe, ya…? I’ll pack some more and let you know.”
Her “Please do.”
I hustled and packed up the rest of our things, and we knocked back on the neighbors door an hour later accepting their offer to help. It took not one car load, but a gracious two. And after that we were moved in!
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Settling in a new place is always more of a marathon than a sprint, especially with LIFE going on. I feel like we’ve done well, all things considered.




The garden was an unexpected problem. It was filled with gravel and looked like this:

Don’t get me wrong, the kids LOVED all the gravel. They knew immediately what to do with all of that. Trucks came out, the whole deal. But it only took a few minutes each time for the boys to start throwing and kicking and for Viv to start trying to eat them. So it shot up to the top of the to-do list. We laid down some weather proof tiles. On top of that we rolled on some artificial grass. We cleared the deck of furniture and pots, and trimmed all the scary hedges.
And, Ta Da! A usable outdoor space for us.



Now that we have some furniture in place, this is how we are making this house work for us:




Anyway….
That’s why we did it. How we did it. And where we stand now.
I mean, even as I write this, there are boxes of furniture still to be put together.
Still things to be sorted and put away. Still things to be made “perfect.”
“Decor” to buy….
My list is enormous.
But we’re in, we’re moved, we’re functional and then some. Most of all, we’re relieved we did it and we’re happy.
Onward!
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Year End 2016
Last year I said that 2015 was ‘the most outrageous year.’
I never would have thought that it was possible to have a MORE outrageous year.
But, in fact, it is.
2016 was the MOST OUTRAGOUS YEAR.
I mean… in 2015 we had a fourth baby. And it was a girl, after three boys – so we felt a little like first timers. We decided to sell our house, almost all of our possessions, and move from Chicago to London. We lived intermittenly with my parents. We home-schooled. We took four kids under 6 on a plane across the ocean. We were excited and over-stressed. We slowly settled into a new country.
I guess when you keep a high standard of activity like that, it seems LAZY to just kick back for a year. SO. We achieved the goal. The goal I didn’t set. The goal of having a crazier year than 2015.
Looking back, I think it would’ve been better to pace ourselves. But.. what are you gonna do? Life is short.
In addition to the small task of navigating the British lifestyle, the main stamp of this year is that we TRAVELED.
more specifically, we travelled to:
Amsterdam
Rome
Munich
Paris
Croatia
Las Vegas
The Chalk Cliffs of England, Bath and Stonehenge
oh, and Rich and I BOTH made separate trips back to the US for family occasions.
and oh, also – Rich went to Glasgow with his brother to watch the British Open.
And here in London, we took a couple fun day adventures:
Legoland
Chessington Worlds of Adventure
Natural History Museum, Hampton Court Palace, and the London tourist circut (a few times)
I can’t imagine we’ll ever have another year where we travel this much. It was incredible, and honestly our wallet is pretty sore. But… how amazing.
This year has had so much activity… so many changes… and so much growth for each of our children that when I think back it HONESTLY feels like two or three years instead of one.
The longest post ever may now commence:
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We started the year with our German Au Pair (Rica) moving into the guest room. Also in January, Harry started at his new school. This was a big deal. He was resistant, to say the least. Life became harder for us, now that I needed to be two places at once (hence Rica). All of this is detailed in my “school saga” post.
Viv started exploring the world of eating food, and sitting on her own.
In March, Theo turned 2! And Daddy had a birthday too.
Then on Spring Break, the O’Rourke’s visited and we took a trip to Amsterdam and Rome. All 6 of us, plus 4 O’Rourkes, plus Rica. We were quite the entourage.








Then in May, the angels sang and Finn was offered a place at Harry’s school. Both boys at the same school!!!!! This was also a big deal, for me specifically. And once again it’s detailed more in the “school saga” post.
For several reason (to use a British expression) I wasn’t ‘keen’ to throw birthday parties for the boys. In lieu of a party, we chose an outing – this year it was Legoland. Both boys agreed on this. We went on a weekend in June between their two birthdays. And then, on the actual day – I decorated, we had birthday breakfast and presents from mom and dad. Then, after school we invited just a few close friends over to play. We had cake and their friends brought small gifts – even though I asked them not to. It worked out wonderfully for both Harry and Finn. They do much better in a small grouping, we didn’t get overloaded with a toy hurricane, and it was simple and fun for mom and dad. It ended up being the most perfect thing. They each felt special and celebrated.
Viv started sitting on her own, crawling, and pulling up!




Harry’s birthday playdate with Toby, Tilly, Loic, and Reece 

Finn’s birthday playdate with Jacob and Yusef 

She can pull up! 
She’s on the move! 
We had the busiest summer in recorded history, with all of our family visiting and trips to Croatia, Munich, Paris, Paris again, Las Vegas, the Cliffs, Bath, and Stonehenge.








Oh, and also Viv started walking and turned ONE.
When I was pregnant with Viv, we were deciding whether or not to take this London oppurtunity. I realized that if we did, it would be possible for us to take baby girl to Paris for her first birthday. I envisioned taking her picture in front of the Eiffel Tower eating french pastries. I had this picture in my mind before she was born, and I’m so thrilled that we actually made it happen. On top of that she literally took some of her first brave steps in our Paris apartment.
Also, I decided to make a donation in the kids’ names for their birthday. So I started this year with Viv’s first – donating to Little Ray of Hope.






We rounded out the summer by visiting Chessington Worlds of Adventure, Hampton Court Palace, and the Natural History museum. Other than that, we played outside a lot.
At our parks:


Natural History Museum 
Aquarium at Chessington Lands of Adventure The Magic Garden in Hampton Court Palace

In September, the big boys returned to school. Theo and Viv continued to grow and learn to play together. Also – up until school started we were moving children’s beds around in different rooms trying to figure out which combination of kids in which rooms was going to be best. With Viv still sleeping in our room, an au pair staying, and then lots of family visiting – everyone was moving all summer. I think every kid slept in every room at some point. And we tried different combinations of kids. But school was the deadline for a decision on WHO was going to sleep WHERE. We settled on NOBODY in with mom and dad. Theo on the third floor. Guest room open. Harry and Finn together. Viv by herself. It’s not the most glamorous, but it works just fine.
Also a couple small things in the house, I finally finished our command center, and our art-wall in the kitchen.
We also got to spend our first summer without air conditioning. And, I have to say – I thought I would die. But I did not. Generally the London climate stays mild, but this year was one of the hottest summers London has had in a long time. So, for purposes of future air-conditioning purchasing plans, I decided to rate the days as they grew hotter: totally fine, nice but warm, or completely uncomfortable NEED AIR CONDITIONING NOW!! We had eight days of NEED AIR CONDITIONING NOW. And they were NOT consecutive. But those eight days still had our wimpy butts researching air conditioners and air coolers. They don’t really have ‘window units’ here, and none of our windows are suited for it anyway. Any other options require window tubes and stuff and are a big huge pain. We ended up buying an air-cooler that’s basically just a bad fan. And as I looked around the neighborhood, I couldn’t hear the hum of air conditioners, or see one sticking out anywhere. And when I would talk to the neighbors and asked if they had air conditioning – they looked at me like I was ridiculous. So, we’ll just have to get over it and bear the 8 days of blazing inferno every summer. I guess I’ll survive.
With fall, came beautiful weather and a new house guest. Maleah came to stay with us. She’s a family friend that we know from Illinois. She stayed in the guest room from August to December. She took classes online, she traveled around Europe, and she helped me run the ship. She did more than pick up the slack, and was not afraid of a crying kid or a poopy diaper. She was like a better, more efficient version of me. We trust her, we love her, and we miss her greatly.
The boys started school and we still spent lots of time outside. The boys especially love our garden, which I consider the outdoor playroom. Even as the weather gets colder – I still make them go outside. Boys need to be outside a little bit each day…. even if that means you shove them out there and tell them they can’t come back inside until you let them.








Also in the fall, Rich got a promotion at DRW. He was on the team, and now he’s the team lead. Shortly after that he hit his one year mark in the London office. It’s been a challenging and very busy year for him, but he’s very happy in his new role.
ALSO in the fall I may have purchased my 11th and 12th strollers.

Whatever.
Shut up.
You bought 12 strollers.
I need what I need.
Anyway.
For Fall break, I learned from Summer break, and actually organized myself. In the summer, everything just sort of happened in uncontrollable chaotic streams. I was constantly two or three steps behind the kids. Like, we were getting up and I was dishing food out all the time and then cleaning up the kitchen mess. And they would ask for fun summer-type things and I would help them, or I wouldn’t. And then in like 5 minutes, they’ve re-arranged all the furniture upstairs and turned the bathroom into a puddle because they were making “potion.” But most often, they were doing as they pleased – which resulted in a lot of screen time. Which resulted in over-stimulated, brain fried WHINERS.
SO, for fall break, we had a schedule with daily activities and designated screen time, free play time, friend time, and reading/writing. The kids took to it really well, and it was simple and much more relaxing.
And, oh ya, the Cubs just won the World Series. We had to pull an all nighter to watch them win in real time. It was easy and fine.

Tent, always. 


The morning after the CUBS WIN all-nighter. 
a friend from the Chicago office sent a few papers to us! 
the park we attend almost every day 
I kept getting weird looks. I DIDN’T KNOW she had a Duplo motorcycle in her mouth. 
When I make BBQ, I always have two spotters. 

a hiding black spy and a king… two things that make sense 
And then Halloween.
I didn’t have it together for Halloween costumes. Harry and Finn were really wanting to be Wild Kratts – the show they (especially Finn) love so much. Then on the day, Harry changed his mind after realizing that no one in England knows who the Wild Kratts are. He put on his skeleton from last year. I didn’t get Theo a costume because I assumed he wouldn’t want to dress up. If he did, we have a bunch of dress-up stuff upstairs. I was right, and he just wanted to wear his hoodie and it wasn’t worth a fight. I knew Viv would be happy to wear a fun skirt, so I got her some ears and a tail and she was a cat!

Around Thanksgiving, Erika and Jake returned for a quick trip without the kids. They stayed with us on the weekends and travelled to Paris and Ireland during the week. We went with them to our first British Tea time and conquered an escape game. We also began testing out the neighborhood Church-of-England church. We really like it!


Relaxed Tea Time at Muriel’s Kitchen 
Mulled wine and WinterWonderland! Then there’s Christmas and return visits from both Grandmas.



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the babies
Harry


Age: 7
Height: 4’5″
Harry has continued to amaze us this year. He grew and developed both at home and at school. He continues to love his siblings and embrace his role as head-kid-in-charge. He fawns over Viv all the time saying things like “I can’t believe how cute she is! I love her so much!” And when Finn had trouble with a kid at school, Harry says “Who is it? Is that kid younger than me? If he is.. I can help you Finn. Just show me who it is and I’ll help.”
And, he’s so patient with each of them, imitating my calm directives. “Pause it Finn. Now, I know you’re excited to show me this new land… but you have to let me do it on my own.” And “I can’t understand you when you whine.” He is truly good help with Viv when I need an extra pair of hands to sit with her or feed her.






He is the leader, and the director of everything play. Whether it’s constructing a tent, playing Minecraft, creating a zoo, or organizing a hunt. Theo and Finn, and sometimes Viv, just follow his lead. All the ideas go through him. We’re lucky that Finn’s demeanor so greatly meshes with Harry’s personality. They are able to play together with virtually no conflict. And if a fight does break out, Harry is great at resolving it.
This year they made me laugh playing ‘sell the house’ where they enjoy placing all of their things in containers and pretending to move them. And then playing ‘travel’ when they dig out their suitcases and pack them. Then travel around the house announcing where they are and how they are traveling there. Harry:”Now we’re taking the underwater train to Paris! And if you are good boys at security I’ll buy you a treat!” Security is in the bathroom and the underwater train is mom and dads bed. They’ve picked up knowledge at school and piled it on with our travels, and their adventures take them from Russia to Asia, to Africa and the Arctic. It’s cute and amazing.

Also this year, Harry has really taken off with his computer skills. Rich gave him the tools, (his own super-computer in his room) with a few “games” and there’s been no stopping him. He can do things and make things – homes, and tools, and rollercoasters in Minecraft and dinosaurs in Arc. He’s seven and he can do it all.

At school Harry has completely caught up with his peers after starting out severely behind last year. The curriculum in the US is 1-2 years behind the UK. After our parent teacher meeting in November, he is right at age level – in fact, a little high in some areas. Back in the spring, the kids were writing “joined” as they call it here. Or cursive. But his teacher wasn’t pushing him on it at all. Completely on his own he started trying to write cursive, and now he has some of the best hand writing in his class.

He reads amazingly well, and is obsessed with multiplication tables. He comes home and reports on his knowledge of the science units on volcanoes and oceans. But most of all he loves to write. As he became more confident, he began wanting to write at home ALOT. He would write to-do lists, plans for machines, gift lists, facts about animals and dinosaurs, books about animals and dinosaurs, super hero books and cards, short stories, and even entire board and card games. He went through three whole notebooks in just a couple months. The things he wrote at the beginning of the year are printed and the things toward the middle of the year are in cursive.
Harry is also very headstrong. Sometimes – depending on his tiredness level – we can’t even reason with him. He has outright refused to comply at GP and eye doctor appointments. The school sometimes has reward days, NON-UNIFORM days, where the kids can dress however they want. On these days, Harry insists on still wearing his uniform. That’s just what he wants and he doesn’t care if he is LITERALLY the only one dressed in uniform at school. One of the days, there was one other kid wearing his uniform at school – and he was only wearing it because his family had been out of town and his mom didn’t know it was a non uniform day. And he insists on wearing way-too-small boxers OVER his boxer briefs to bed every night, no matter how much I tell him how ridiculous it is. whatever….

Most of the time we find ourselves annoyed by his stubbornness – but other times I’m proud. Like when he refused a Gatorade from the team-mom after baseball because it was ‘too sugary” he told her….
He used to be terribly self-conscious, and this year we’ve seen lots of improvement. He definitely still has a self-conscious moment here and there, but generally he sticks to his convictions – even if they don’t make sense to us. And as he’s settled into school, I see him starting to gain a better understanding of social dynamics. Not to be confused with ‘being social’ because he definitely is still on the more reserved side, IN PUBLIC.
Despite his reserved nature, he seems to have no trouble making friends. He enjoys having them over, and tells me often about the things the play together at school. Their favorite game to play together is “Archa and Neato” a band of superheros that they have made up. His best friends of the year were Jerome, Tieri, Loic, Reece, and Toby. He was over-the-moon proud to receive the ‘Best Rounders Player’ trophy at sports camp this summer. Not everyone received a trophy. And on the self-improvement side, he had a little bout of lying to us this summer. He said he felt like he couldn’t tell the truth because he was afraid of getting in trouble. I assured him that lying to me was much more trouble than whatever he did. We were able to squash it with negative reinforcement. But Finn still reminds him, and us, of ‘all the times Harry lied about stuff.’
Favorites: Legos, Minecraft, Arc, Lego Jurassic World, Ninjago, YouTube suprise egg and gaming videos, pepperoni pizza, crumpets with nutella, “movie” popcorn, Skittles, Digestives
Birthday Questions:
- Now that you’re 7, what’s different? That I’m taller. I’ve grown bigger
- How tall are you? Don’t know.
- What are you really good at? Umm… Lego’s, being nice, reading books, being at school and being nice, taking a shower all by myself! making breakfast!.
- What’s your favorite thing to do? Legos! And Minecraft! And watching DanTDM!
- What’s your favorite thing to eat? Chocolate cake and chocolate chip cookie with white ice cream with M&M’s, and Nutella toast, Digestives, and now two healthy things… sandwich with ham and cheese and eggs!
- Where’s your favorite place to go, and why? Legoland! In America, because everything is made of Legos!
- Who’s your favorite friend? Jerome.
- What do you want to do when you grow up? Lego Master Builder
- How old are mom and dad? Daddy is 33 and Mommy is 29!
- What does daddy do at work? He fixes computers
- What do you like the best about mom and dad? Daddy plays video games with me. And mommy…. uuuuu. I don’t really know… oh ya, watching TV with me.
- How strong is dad? REAAAAAALLLLY strong. Like Hulk. Because his muscles look like Hulk’s. But it’s not the same size, it just looks like it. And he’s really strong.
- What’s mom’s favorite thing to do? Work on the computer – I see you do it all the time.
- What’s your favorite thing about your brothers? Finn plays with me nice and Theo’s cute.
- What do you think of girls? Umm. Don’t know. Tabitha’s in love with me. I don’t love Tilly anymore.
- If you could have a super power, what would it be? Being really strong.. ya. Because then I can jump really high and climb.
- What’s the best thing that happened to you this year? Not sure yet, going to Wimbledon Park Primary?
- Where do you want to go on vacation? No where. I want to stay home. Well, actually, I want to go to a hotel with a pool in the summer. Maybe every summer first we can go to a hotel with a pool.
- Are you going to get married some day? to who? No. Well… probably. Maybe I will because Tabitha’s in love with me. But I don’t love her. Maybe when I grow up, I can see.
- How long does it take to make dinner? umm…. about 3 minutes.
- How do you make cookies? Umm… I don’t know. Sugar, bread, and milk. Eggs. And uuuu.. salt. And chocolate! Mix it all up and put it in the oven.
- How much does a car cost? ahhh… 50 pounds because it’s really big and they help people, so they are expensive.
- What’s the healthiest thing you can eat? Umm… oatmeal and soup. Oh – and ham. I love ham.
- Can you give me an example of a good deed? I do not know. Give someone a present on their birthday?
- Can you tell me a joke? Um, no. Ok, Knock knock. ‘Who’s there?’ Cow. ‘Cow who?’ Mooooo!!! Hahahaha
- What do you know about God and Jesus? That they take care of you and that they help you.
Finn


Age: 5
Height: 3’11”
Finn, our sunshine baby, continues to be just that. Most of the time. He is most often happy to go along with whatever is happening. He’s our “most likely to be in his underwear” and also “most likely to wander off.” He’ll wander not because he’s trying to escape us, but because he saw a butterfly or a bird or a gap in the trees. He finds the most to laugh about. He looks at things in a new and different way – often seeing things I don’t. He noticed our uber driver’s hair or our tour guide’s shoes and says things like “That shirt is lovely. I would like this lovely shirt.” and “The water looks beautiful.” and “A rose is my favorite flower.”
And oh man, does he listen. He listens and remembers what you say and takes in his world better than anyone. He doesn’t LOOK or sound like he’s paying attention. But he is. When it’s something he’s interested in… he is paying attention.
Like with animals, for example. He eats up anything animal, like “Wild Kratts” and “Planet Earth” and our Animal Encyclopedia. ON THE DAILY – he spouts animal facts to me. “Mom. Did you know crocodile eggs: if they’re hot, it’s a boy, if they’re cold, it’s a girl?” “MOM. A Peregrine can glide down so fast!” “MOM. A trap door spider doesn’t have a web. It builds a hole and then builds something over it and… and… ” “MOM. A Honey badger lives in Africa and regular badgers live in America.” “MOM. Did you know that the Asian Beetles moved to Africa?” “Mom. Did you know a beaver’s teeth never stop growing?” And so on and so on. He tells me all kinds of things. I often come up to his room to find his animal books open. He’s been looking, and trying to read them.

He also remembers everything else too. I took him and Theo to Hampton Court Palace in mid August. Because of where it is, it’s two trains and then a bus from here. It takes about 45m. We took the trains, we took the bus. I didn’t mention anything specific. I shuffled them there and back. We had a great time. Fast forward to mid October. Hampton Court was so fun, I wanted to take Harry because he didn’t go on the first trip. The big boys had a day off of school so I decided to leave the two little ones with Maleah and take just Harry and Finn to Hampton Court Palace. After we got off the second train, I was maneuvering them through the platform and out of the station, simultaneously checking my phone for the bus route – because I didn’t remember which bus number we needed. Finn says to me “Mom, since we don’t have a stroller, can we ride on the top of the bus?”
And I say back “Yes, but I’m not sure if THIS bus has a top. I think it’s just a single deck bus.”
And he says back “Nu ah, the 111 has a top.”
I stopped in my tracks and stared at him. Then I glanced at my phone for the route information. We needed the 111 bus.
“Finn!” I said “You’re right. How on earth did you know the bus number? We only came here one other time, weeks ago.”
“I just remembered” He says.
So then I say,”Well, ok, but I still don’t think the 111 has a top. So if it does, we can. But I’m pretty sure it’s a single, so be prepared.”
“Ok, but it has a top.” He says.

And ^ that’s them riding on the top of the 111 bus. Because not only did I have to look up the bus information again, I HONESTLY thought I remembered it being a single bus. Little did I know, I just needed to ask Finn.
His sunshine nature is offset by troublesome stubborn-ness, and a little bit of social awkwardness. He’s stubborn enough to lie sometimes, to get the results he wants. And despite his open, carefree attitude at home – we’ve learned that he very much keeps to himself at school. His teachers say he behaves very well, but that he’s reserved. He’s not the most outgoing or outspoken, and he isn’t the first to run around and make friends. It takes him more time. He likes more subtle friendships, a closer relationship with one or two people instead of a small group. At Riversdale, his old school, his BEST FRIEND was Yusef. He talked about Yusef constantly, and I was so happy to hear that he had a friend. But then he had to leave Riversdale to come to Wimbledon Park.

I caught up to Yusef’s mom on Finn’s last day. We exchanged numbers and we’ve gotten them together a few times since Finn’s transfer. They always seem happy to see each other.

Shortly after the start of the new school year, I was elated for Finn to ask to have a friend over. He asked Jacob and then also Leon. But now we hear more about a friend called Hamza. I’m sure with time, he’ll find a good social fit. This year was just challenging for him, on that. He was also sick with a fever and cough and missed a full week of school in May and another in November
Social issues aside, Finn is absorbing what is being taught at school. At five years old, the full day of school – every single day – is hard for him. Some days he gets home and just melts or lays on the couch or cries… or all three. And I know it’s because he’s mentally and physically exhausted. Despite it being so tiring for him, he is doing very well. He often gets behavior rewards and he is right on target with his classmates on writing and math. His reading has really taken off. He uses the phonics rules to sound out words he doesn’t know and takes pride in reading new things. In November he moved up a reading level from where he started in September.
Despite his obvious brightness, he is 5. And within the first few weeks he lost these things at school:
water bottle (found two weeks later)
school sweatshirt (found 6 weeks later)
red polo shirt (still missing)
rain coat (found two days later)
shin guards (found 8 weeks later)
lunch bag (still missing)
a glove (found the next day)
and then came home with – someone else’s shoe laces, someone else’s cardigan, and someone else’s jumper.
At home Finn is endlessly goofy. Every once in a while he’s in a stubborn grumpy mood, but most of the time he’s up for an adventure. Up for playing in the rain. Up for eating treats in the middle of the day. Up for a dance party. Up for pretending he’s a bird. Up for telling a joke. Where Harry often wants to stay home – Finn wants to go out. And when we have non-uniform days at school, Finn is SO excited to wear his own clothes. When he plays video games with Harry, he’s so into it. He jumps up and down until he’s red and sweaty. He is the VERY BEST play mate for each of his siblings. He has the most mesh-able personality.. happy to fit the mold of whatever Harry or Theo or Viv need him to fit. Without virtually ever irritating them.
He’s the best at NOT wearing his clothes.
He’s naturally coordinated – making him good at any video game, kicking a soccer ball, or racing his scooter to school.

And then there’s this:

Favorites: minecraft, candy, snacks, playing adventure, animals, snacks, animals, cake, pizza, animals
Birthday Questions:
- Now that you’re 5, what’s different? nothing different
- How tall are you? one, actually i’m not one. i’m 100.
- What are you really good at? i’m only good at eating
- What’s your favorite thing to do? playing minecraft
- What’s your favorite thing to eat? strawberries, sweets, and cereal!
- Where’s your favorite place to go, and why? the Pig and Whistle, bc it has chicken! and pigs!
- Who’s your favorite friend? Yusef!
- What do you want to do when you grow up? I want to be an explorer, a famous Minecraft person, and a scientist!
- How old are mom and dad? Mom is 1 and Dad is 100! hahahaha
- What does daddy do at work? sleeps on his computer! hahaha
- What do you like the best about mom and dad? don’t know, i love you. and I like daddy setting up minecraft on the computer.
- How strong is dad? 100 strong!
- What’s mom’s favorite thing to do? i don’t know… watch tv?
- What’s you favorite thing about your brothers? don’t know
- What do you think of girls? I only know two girls. Ashtyn and Avery.
- If you could have a super power, what would it be? Super Diego power! To save animals!
- What’s the best thing that happened to you this year? don’t know
- Are you going to get married some day? to who? I’m not going to get married bc i’m going to be a famous Minecraft player.
- How long does it take to make dinner? 6 minutes!
- How do you make cookies? You need wheat and flour and chocolate chip cookies!
- How much does a car cost? 94 GBP
- What’s the healthiest thing you can eat? That’s easy.. it’s oatmeal.
- Can you give me an example of a good deed? I know, it’s hugging them.
- Can you tell me a joke? I can! What does a cow poop like? (what?) sausage pizza!
- What do you know about God and Jesus? I don’t know, only that they are really old. And Jesus was born in Christmas.
Theo


Age: 2
Height: 3’1″
We’ve seen lots of change in Theo this year. Last year I wrote that he was THE MOST challenging toddler, and I stand by that. We put him though a lot, all while he was learning to communicate and grow and develop. He was constantly wanting to fit in with his big brothers, but feeling left out. And I know he often felt separate from Mommy and Viv. We started noticing a difference in his attitudes when our Au Pair moved in. He finally had someone more dedicated to him. I think she really helped to usher him ‘over the hump.’ The terrible-toddler-hump.
By late summer, he went from ‘zero to hero’ as Rich says. Now he’s our sweetest, cuddliest, cutest little bear. He is just SO CUTE. And easy and fun to be around. He’s starting to actually enjoy playing by himself. He dances around and tells us the most adorable things in his cute, excited little voice. He’s always happy to see us when we come in from being out, or when we come into his room to get him, or when we’ve been upstairs. He loves to sprint from the front of the house to the back of the house. And of course, he loves to hang out with his brothers. By the end of the year, he’s starting to see Viv as more of a playmate. I’ve caught glimpses of them playing together. They spend a lot of time trying to make each other laugh – usually by spitting food out of their mouths. For most of the year he lovingly called her ‘baby gurl.’ And I’ve started seeing Theo trying to protect Viv from things, and giving her kisses if she hurts herself. He will also worry about mom or dad if they cough or stub their toe. “you otay?” he says.
He also has very good manners, thank you. you’re welcome. good job! You’re so smart!


He definitely still has lots of grumpy moments, and times when he just needs to chill in the stroller for some TV.
He enjoys getting Viv to mimic him, including his act-like-a-dog phase (which coincidentally Finn also went through). He will sit at the table and try to eat his food from his plate without using his hands, but most often calmly dumps his snacks on the floor and then eats them like a dog. He taught Viv. It’s fine.

Speaking of eating, he has really struggled with eating this year. He was a great eater as a baby. But now, he doesn’t want to sit. Typical for a grazing toddler. And he piled that on with deciding he didn’t like two thirds of what I make. Turning into a real ‘picky eater’ or ‘finicky eater’ or ‘problem feeder’ or whatever it is.
I was just letting it go, but then he started losing weight so I had to try harder.He stopped eating oatmeal and bananas, and stopped drinking milk. Three big staples for me. He stopped eating any fruits and vegetables. The only ones he gets are snuck into bars or muffins that I buy or make. This phase included me doing absolutely ridiculous things like following him around with a bowl offering him bites, feeding him in the living room, and feeding him in his bed. I can’t be catering to him like this, but I also can’t have him waste away. I’m still doing ridiculous things to make sure he doesn’t starve. It’s so dumb. “Like c’mon kid! Don’t you realize that if you don’t eat, you’ll die?!”
I know from Harry and Finn that, with time, the whole Theo-trying-to-starve-himself phase will pass. But until then, I’ll be pretty grumpy about it.
Along with food struggles, he decided that maybe he doesn’t need to nap. NOW…. I am the nap princess. The nap dictator. We nap here. So, I was utterly confused when he just randomly starting dropping it. But at only 2.5, he actually seems to do ok when he doesn’t take one. And then he goes to bed at 6:30 and sleeps a full 12-13 hours. So, I decided to be cool about it. He still goes up to his room for rest time. If he sleeps, he goes to bed later. And if he doesn’t, then it’s lights out early. And at the end of the year, it’s working well. But odd, and sort of freeing, to think he’s ok without his nap at almost 3 and that I might only have one napper left in the house.
I had the loose goal of teaching each kid their letters, numbers, shapes, and colors by age two. Like, in or around two – between their 2nd and 3rd birthdays. Harry took to it early, so I decided it was reasonable. It’s not like I drill them or anything, we just play puzzles and cards and if they’re interested, they pick it up. If not, then that’s fine. At an early two Harry knew his colors, letters, and shapes. But NOT his numbers. Just didn’t interest him, and didn’t stick – and I don’t think he learned them until he was four. Finn came along and ON HIS SECOND birthday knew his colors, his numbers, his shapes, but NOT his letters. Didn’t care about that. Now Theo, I have at 2.5. He knows his letters and his numbers, plus his shapes. But you know what – NOT color. So, there’s that for the child phycological development section.
Mentioning science… as if I am conducting an experiment in nature vs. nurture, Theo started loving anything tech – OF COURSE. He can actually hold a controller and do things with it. He can also move a mouse around and do things on a computer. And his Ipad – forget it. He’s a little bit too obsessed and we have to limit his time. He’s a master at Temple Run, of all things. Much better than me… which isn’t saying much, but still impressive considering he’s two. Impressive for him, not me.
He also loves to pull all the cushions off the couch and sit in front of the window. He talks about the things he sees outside. 90% of the time consists of him keeping tabs on the spider in the bushes. He was also deathly afraid of bubbles this summer. Hiding under the patio furniture when we got them out. But he’s more okay with them after a few months.

He continues to bang his head as a soothing mechanism. He does it considerably less frequently. As he approaches three next year, we’ve read it should taper off. We will probably transition him into a ‘big boy bed’ sometime in the new year. And I have a feeling that will help to stop the head banging – because if he’s upset he can just come get mom or dad of course. And… yes, he’s almost three and still in a crib. And NO, he’s NOT potty trained. I see no need to rush these sorts of things. Everything happens in due time… when they are ready. On the crib – if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And on the potty – he’ll let us know when he’s ready. What’s the point of struggling? IN FACT, on December 11th, he asked to sit on the potty himself. So… maybe something will happen soon.

This has also been the year of Blue’s Clues. HE IS COMPLETELY OBSESSED. If he gets to pick at the breakfast table, for rest time, for bed time, for when he’s throwing a fit – it’s Blue’s Clues to the rescue. It’s his show, it’s his thing. He has all the episodes memorized. I guess he could do worse. Steve has a nice demeanor. He’s learned a few key phrases from Steve that he loves to use like “Jud job! You’re so snart!” and “exactly.” And “Did you see a clue?”
The other thing he loves is puzzles. Again – just like his brothers. He started wanting to do them, and I can’t stop him. At the end of the year, he can easily do 48 pieces by himself. Most of what he got for Christmas… new puzzles.
Favorites: Blue’s Clues, cookie balls, puzzles, playing anything with Harry and Finn, Blue’s Clues, puzzles, Blue’s Clues
Vivian
Height: 2’7″
Age: 1


OH MY GOODNESS, Vivian.
In 2016, Vivian arrived.
She let us know who she is. She is attitude to the max, sass to the max. And she is fearless. I call her Tiger Princess.
From 6 months old in January to 17 months old in December, this has been a year of constant growth and change for her. She began with learning to sit, then crawl, then pull up. And once she was pulling up, she immediately started cruising. Once she was cruising, she took off walking with no fear. She climbed up on the couch. And then up on the arm rest. And then the book shelf. If it looks like she can climb it, she tries.

Her favorite thing was to climb up on the couch and then toddle along the front edge of the couch. I eventually gave up and just let her climb everything, and toddle along the front edge… which lead to her falling a lot. But then lead to her actually being able to walk along the edge of the couch without falling off. She has more balance and coordination than any of her brothers, and more might too. She moved through the crawl/cruise/walk thing faster than the boys did. She was ready to do the next stop, no hesitations. She is also freaky with her fine motor skills. Since she was itty bitty she could pinch and pick up something tiny, like a raisin. And at a year old she could open the window shutters in the living room – and then grab them by the tip of the hinge on the inside and pull them closed. She also managed to shove some of her bracelets in a crack between the window sill and the radiator. A task I struggled with when I tried to repeat it.

She’s very vocal, and very bossy. She’s learned to use shrieks and screams to defend her toys against her brothers. She likes for you sit on the living room floor and watch her play. She doesn’t like for you to necessarily play with her. And she definitely doesn’t want you to sit on the couch.
Floor. And watch.
And like, when I come in her room in the morning she never greets me with a happy smile – it’s always a grunt/whine and tapping her hair – a demand for me to pull her hair up.
She is generally a happy baby, she just likes things to go her way. And she lets you know immediately if they are not just so. And she’s just SO loud you can’t ignore it. She just gives me this look… like “Why don’t you have it more together? Why can’t you get me all the things I need every second and have things the way I like them all the time?” Half the time I feel like I’M an inconvenience to HER.

She’s on the serious side. But she’s also very curious and thoughtful. She’ll sit back and watch me do something. She’ll watch me with such intensity, it’s like she’s taking notes.
And when she’s not being serious and demanding – she can be sweet and happy. Her teething really bogged her down this year; with almost a whole mouth-full slowly coming in over 4 or 5 months. But every once in a while we’d get a day or two where we could tell she was having an easier time and we would glimpse her fun and silly side. And it’s glorious. When she’s happy and feeling good – she relaxes and has fun. We can turn on some music and she loves to dance. She’ll get a blanket and cuddle up on the couch. She loves to get on the floor and attempt to rough house with the boys. She’ll play with her favorite red bus, or throw a ball around, or join Theo playing cars and dinosaurs.
And there was the day she played with these raw potatoes all morning.

She amazes us with all the ‘girl’ things she does, despite the constant boy influence. She ALREADY notices the things she wears and admires them. She LOVES to carry around any bag, or multiple bags. And she hooks them through her arm, like a girl does. She loves to wear bracelets, and spins in a little happy circle whenever I put them on her. They way she carries things… cradled up on her front, like a girl naturally does.

And I have to admit, I was a little surprised. We put the baby dolls in her room, but I thought she wouldn’t be interested. I’m not used to the sight. I made sure to have a doll on hand for the boys to play with. It never got any action of course, and eventually made it’s way out the door. But, Viv has a couple babies and she likes them.
And then there are shoes. Her favorite toy/thing to do is anything involving her shoes or your shoes. She loves to look at her shoes, carry them around, put them on. She also loves to discuss YOUR shoes and put them on. She’s OBSESSED. It’s one of the things she says most clearly “SHOES!” She got slippers for Christmas. Indoor shoes that she can play with all the time.
She’s also an diligent product quality tester.
She started the year as my most enthusiastic eater EVER. I did some baby-led weaning techniques with her, and this lead to a very confident chewer. She loves to explore the texture and taste of food. She’ll try anything. The boys all started with feeding themselves, but didn’t like the textures or the mess on their hands. But not her. She takes mashed potatoes or oatmeal or pasta and just smooshes it all in her hands, then shoves her hands in her mouth.
She makes an unprecedented mess almost every meal. She would eat any thing and everything with ease and joy. Then she started teething and became very finicky, throwing almost everything on the floor. Towards the end of the year, she’s starting to slowly return to better eating.







When she was born, I really expected for Viv to be a soft sweet little flower. Not sure why I thought that…. none of the other kids have soft, calm demeanors. They are each so strong and vibrant and varied. No wall flowers here. She’s no different. Now that I know who she is – a fire tiger princess – I really love her more for it. She has a sweet and soft side, but so far… she’s hard to contain. And I wouldn’t want to.
Favorites: shoes, her clothes, trash from the recycle bin, dancing, her brothers, the red bus toy, bags and backpacks, yogurt
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a day in the life
At the beginning of the year, Viv went from three naps to two. Then in the summer, she went from two naps to one. Theo is transitioning out of his nap, and the boys are in school most days. A typical week day:
5:30 AM Finn has to poop
6:00 Finn whine
6:30 Finn comes in for snack, goes down for TV
6:45 theo starts banging, Viv starts fussing – bring him his Ipad in crib, change Viv and give her drink in crib. close my eyes again for 20 minutes, then get up and get dressed
7:40 make breakfast, go back up for Viv and Theo, dress kids, sit kids down for food, everybody’s shoes, everybody’s teeth, big boys need backpacks, water bottles, and anything extra for activities/homework/show and tell/special projects/school fundraising
8:40 walk to school, return home and clean up kitchen. playtime for Theo and Viv
11:00ish – lunch for T and V
11:30 – naptime for V
12:00 – theo goes into bed with show, probably doesn’t nap
choose a couple – clean up lunch, eat my own lunch, workout, bake, clean the bathroom, prep dinner, laundry, watch survivor, put in grocery order
1:30 – Viv is up. play in her room, while we continue to let Theo have alone time.
2:00 – play in theo’s room together
2:45 – snack time
3:15 pack up and leave for school pick up
3:45 – return from school, unload backpacks, wash hands, additional snacks for whiners, big boys retire to their room or the couch if their brains are extra mushy
4:30 – load up babies in stroller again and head back to school to pick up whoever stayed after school for an activity which on Wednesday is Harry for football, Thursday is Harry for Brainblocks, and on Friday is Finn for football.
– make fast-as-lightning dinner while Viv and Theo take turns crying in the living room
5:15 – Kids dinner, try to clean the kitchen during and after they eat.
6:00 – Theo bath, ask Harry to stay in Viv’s room with her.
6:15 – Finn’s shower, brush teeth. Brush Theo’s teeth and read a quick book.
6:30 – Put Theo in bed with a show (remember, he didn’t nap)
Read with Finn.
6:45 -Put Finn in bed with show.
read and play with Viv – again stays with Harry, so I can go up for Theo.
7:00 – Theo’s show is over, prayer and song, lights out. Come back for Viv – song and lights out. Instruct Harry to start his shower.
7:15 – Finn’s show is over. Song and prayer with Finn – lights out. Help Harry finish showering, supervise him brushing his teeth. Then, read for a while with Harry. Then, go down and finish cleaning the kitchen and prepping for adult dinner. Harry can play quietly or watch a show.
7:45 Rich is home.
8:00 Prayer, song, lights out Harry.
8:20 Adult dinner.
Clean up, finish laundry.
- ^ this is when Rich is working his late shift. And usually on the late shift, he is home for breakfast and walks the boys to school. Every other week he works an early shift. For the early shift everything is the same, he’s just home at 5:30 – if we’re lucky.
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kid words
Me: What’s your name?
Theo: Name.
Me: No, What’s your name?
Theo: Finn!
I gotta write Finn on my face so everyone knows my name! – Finn
My arms are actually really long, see! – Finn
Finn’s fore-brain is hot! – Finn
This place is awesome!!! – Harry (at Battersea Park)
Let’s fire this baby up! – Harry (about a fan)
Red roses are my favorite flower. – Finn
I’ll never stop loving you mom. – Finn
Someday, if a girl thinks I’m handsome, she could marry me. – Harry
They speak Italian in my school.. only they call it French. – Harry (trying to learn Italian)
I love our family. It’s fun to have two brothers and one sister. – Harry
When my friends are over, I want to call you mom. But when my friends aren’t over, I will call you mommy. – Harry
I’ve got a rocket and I’m going to space. – Finn
Rich, after pulling rocks out of Harry’s pockets – You’re such a boy.
Harry – Why?
Rich – because. every little boy I know always puts dirt and rocks in his pockets.
Harry – Na uh, daddy! Just me!
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a selection of words from Finn in the bathroom:
“Thank you and Goodnight.” (after me wiping his bottom)
Me: Are you done Finn?
Finn: NO. My poop is still trying to win the race.
“I have to learn to wipe myself because you’re going to die someday.”
(I told Finn that when he mastered wiping himself after going number 2, I would get him a special prize. He asked me what ‘mastered’ meant – and we discussed it. Then a few months later, he was sitting on the toilet crying – not wanting to wipe himself.)
“I don’t WANT to be the master of the toilet mommy!”
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Finn (after going on a tour of Stonehenge) – Mom, I LOVE our guide.
Finn (riding in an Uber), points to the driver and whispers – I love his hair.
Mom, can you write ZOOOOM! on my airplane. That’s his name. – Finn
I want my hair to look like a forest. – Finn
My health is at 200. – Finn
Na, I’m just gonna sit on the couch and eat some grapes. – Finn, after asking him to come upstairs for bed
Chocolate milk is not important, being alive is important. – Harry
Dammit! – Harry
But I’m already wearing a shirt. It’s invisible. – Finn, after asking him to put a shirt on
Mom, when you grow up, you should be a baker. – Finn
Your grandma sounds like a cowboy! – our neighbor, Reece, about Grandma Janice
Good job painting your eyes black! – Theo, after watching me put on mascara
My favorite number is 100 – Harry
Well, my favorite number is 64! – Finn
The coffee table is not for climbing – Me
What’s it for then? – Harry
Harry to Finn “I love you no matter what”
Harry about Viv “She’s just sooo adorable, I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH!!”
Nobody knows how much bacon I ate. – Finn
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mom fails
I’m so jealous of Rich’s brain function. He can add numbers in his head and remember today’s date. He knows what he ate for lunch and when I ask “Hey, can you grab a shirt for Theo when you come back downstairs” he almost always remembers.
– threw away a full container of formula
– didn’t realize/forgot that Finn needed sunblock at school. He came home with a sunburn (slight… but enough).
– completely missed the permission slip for Harry’s field trip (he still got to go)
– paid to ‘not run’ in the school 5K
– Left Harry in our Rome apartment (we got to the lobby and realized we forgot him)
– sent Harry on a different field trip in the wrong shoes, with a lunch that didn’t look like anyone else’s
– sent Finn on field trip with an ordered ‘school packed lunch’ when everyone else’s mom packed them one. The school offers to pack a lunch for them on field trip days. I was like. YES!! But, I guess everyone else doesn’t think that way.
– Took Viv to the wrong doctor’s office for her shots
– Missed the deadline for Theo’s nursery application
– Realized Rich and I WERE SHARING A TOOTHBRUSH
– melted brand new expensive water bottles in the microwave (this one hurt BAD)
– ruined a rubber spoon and a spatula… trying to help the food processor. Had to comb through recipe searching for bit of spoon and spatula.
– accidentally make rock candy instead of sugar syrup and ended up with sharp-as-glass sugar shards in my cookie ball recipe. Had to comb through batter and fish them out.
– sent a picture of Maleah’s gift to my mom to see what she thought. Oh wait, no I didn’t. I sent a picture of Maleah’s gift to Maleah.
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what i learned this year
I learned the origin of why they drive ‘on the other side of the road’ here. There used to be horses on the roads. The men on those horses carried swords, and most of those men were right handed. This meant they carried their sword off to their left. So, they drive their cars on the left to keep their swords from hitting.
I also learned the origin of the word Piccadilly and dilly dally. Piccadilly Circus is sort of the London equivalent of Times Square. Its huge, lights, mega action shopping place. Savile Row is a famous street of suit shops and men’s clubs. A woman, more specifically, a prostitute used to be called a Dilly. Wasting time staring at and flirting with the Dillys became dilly dallying. Women would accuse their men of dilly dallying while they were out. Just around the corner from Savile row, there was a street known for it’s Dillys. So you could get your suit, go to the mens club, then go around the corner and Pick-a-Dilly. Piccadilly. I think that’s fun.
I also learned, from the Brits, how to take my time. I don’t need to do everything at Tasmanian devil speed. Just like I’m always telling the boys – take it back a notch.
Viv cries every time I load/unload the dishwasher because I lock her out of the kitchen. I lock her out of the kitchen because she can’t handle the dishwasher being open. Anyway – me taking an extra minute to put the dishes away without breaking them in a hurried rush is worth it.
But overwhelmingly this year, I feel clueless with the kids. Like I’m constantly in uncharted territory, never sure of myself, – not only with Harry and Finn, but also with the two younger ones. I’m always telling Maleah, “like, I don’t know what to do here…let’s try X, and then we’ll try Z.”
I think a parenting thought evolution goes like this:
after one kid: Alright, I know some things.
after two kids: I know everything!
after three kids: Okay, there were a couple things I didn’t know….
after four kids: I know nothing.
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Paris
The biggie.
I, Emy, traveled to Paris twice this summer.
What? I know. I can’t believe it either.
This is, in fact, real. It’s ridiculous and indulgent. I know.
I spent a weekend here with my mother in June.
Then in July we came back with our kids… and Rich’s family.
Even though I did go twice, both times were fast and furious.
I am, by no means, an expert on Paris.
the mom weekend
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For this trip mom and I took the Saturday morning train, spent the night, and returned on the Sunday night train. The ride on the Eurostar train from London to Paris takes about two and a half hours. We arrived, got some Euros and began to figure out city transit. I was trying NOT to use my phone for directions and translations. I didn’t want to rely on it all of the time. After a little while staring at the map and train lines, we figured out how to get to our hotel using public transit. It’s possible to do it with your own brain.
We bought tickets and we were on our way. I had booked a hotel in a great location, so it was easy to get there. Our boutique hotel was perfect. Very english language friendly, cute, clean, and within walking distance of Notre Dame. I would stay there again, for sure.

We quickly decided that the best way for us to see the sights on our quick trip was to buy tickets for a Hop-on-Hop-off bus tour. On a HopHop bus tour, you drive around the city. The bus stops at various landmarks, you can get off and walk around, then wait for the next bus to come and continue your tour. We have them in London. Great for tourists who want to skim the sights of the city without actually having to figure out how to get around. We had read some reviews that sometimes the buses are very spaced out and people had to wait a really long time for a bus, so we just didn’t get off. We rode it all around, and then decided it was worth the risk to get off at the Eiffel Tower. And we actually had no trouble catching another bus.



It was a little extra bustl-y when we were there because Paris happened to be hosting the EuroCup. When I booked the hotel, I received the “EuroCup discount” and I was like ‘cool!’ It didn’t click with me what that was… or that it might cause extra crowds… or that there might be a giant soccer ball in the middle of the Eiffel Tower. Honestly, it didn’t affect us as much as I thought it might. Just an extra hooligan here and there.
Also going on at the Eiffel Tower that day was some sort of protest? or celebration? I’m still not sure, but there was crowd from it and a man CONSTANTLY yelling, in another language, over a mega-phone.
And, of course, your standard group of Chinese tourists at least 200 strong.
We took the bus back around to Notre Dame, where – in true French fashion – my mom made me cut the line! No apologies. I’m not sure what got into her…
In her defense, it was really really long.
And I think we were hungry. Or it was raining a little.
In my opinion Notre Dame is the best thing Paris has going.





Those bus tours are not perfect, however. They quit running around 5 or 6 or 7 or something. So you have to get yourself around town after that. But, thank goodness our tour company offered a night tour that started at 9. We went back to the starting point at 9 ready and excited for our Paris-at-night tour.
And the bus never showed up.
We waited for… an hour?… if I remember correctly. There were a couple others waiting with us.
(The next day we went to office to get a refund for a tour that we paid for, but did not receive. And the jerks in the office told us it was our fault for missing the bus and would not refund our money. We were there at 9, which was the posted time on the website and the time that our day-time bus driver told us. But they said that it left at 8:30 and that the night tour ran had, in fact, ran the night before. We got grumpy, and told them we would leave bad reviews, WHICH I DID. But, they didn’t care, and would not refund us on the spot. They gave us an email to write to, which did end up refunding mom’s money after we got home. I was too sour/lazy/bitter/not-trusting to bother with it. There is nothing I hate more than poor customer service. We really enjoyed our tour bus around the city, but this soured my ability to recommend them.)
After waiting and waiting for the no-show tour bus, we finally gave up and decided to try to get to the Eiffel Tower ourselves because that is the main thing we wanted to see at night. I did finally use directions on my phone and we only caught the wrong bus and went 20 minutes out of the way ONCE.

I think we made the 11:30pm twinkle show of the Tower, ate dinner at midnight, and everything was good. I don’t remember what we ate for this meal… but it was French and it was delicious.

For the way back to the hotel at 1am… ah, pulling out my phone for UBER. Not chancing my sketchy French bus skills this time. Note on that though – Your Uber driver is a local, and it’s likely he doesn’t speak any English.
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The next day we stumbled upon the second best thing Paris has going…
this unremarkable street:





It was just a regular, local, Parisian shopping street. There was live music and basically zero English anywhere. Fish dressed up so pretty and colorful they look like dessert, fresh baked bread, cheese, meat, and lots of other things I had no idea about.
There were no tourists taking pictures… except me. We came across this street on the way from our hotel to the tour bus stopping point. We both agreed, it was our favorite.
On this day, we made it to the famous macaroon shops and past the Lyric Opera House.


And one last meal before catching the train home…

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Where we stayed:
http://www.le123sebastopol.com/en/
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the family weekend
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On this trip were Rich and I plus the four. Then Rich’s sister, her husband, their two girls, and Rich’s mom. Kim, Zach, Ashtyn, Avery, and Janice.
Here again – we took the train early, stayed one night, and took the train back the next day.
Up front, the two little ones were immediately thrown off by the disruption to their nap schedule and we felt the affects of that for the whole 48 hour trip.
You know… meltdowns at restaurants and just a little extra difficulty getting a happy face for a picture.


Our hotel was apartment style and it was literally AT the Eiffel Tower. Like, this close:

It was so special to stay here. We were just there one night, so we figured we could splurge on a great place. Between the 11 of us, we had two large apartments. Ours had three beautiful bedrooms, a full kitchen with laundry, and so much space.
The kids immediately claimed it as their own though, of course. And Viv made use of the space by taking some of her very first steps here.




After checking in we headed up the river to Notre Dame to find it barricaded off. Unfortunately, this trip was right after the Normandy shooting and the barricade was crowd controlled for the special mass taking place. We could’ve waited in the massive line. But since we weren’t confident in our ability to understand the situation, we decided it wasn’t worth waiting. Outside pictures would have to do.

By the end of this day we had high-level multiple kid meltdowns. So, we threw them in bed early and grandma graciously stayed back with them so that the adult children could go out for dinner. (And by multiple kid, I mean MY kids. Not Ashtyn or Avery. They were as chill as a seasoned traveller and had no trouble adjusting to anything. They didn’t complain, stood still and smiled for pictures, and ate their food in a normal fashion. Maybe someday, my kids will behave like them.)



Our waiter took our picture. But before he took our picture, he accidentally took this picture of his own self.

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On our second day, Kim, Zach, Janice and the girls ventured first thing to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Our family got around a little slower, so we bought some pastries and met them in the park and took some pictures of Viv since it was the day before her birthday.














We tried to take a nice family picture.



From there, we strolled the Champs Elysees and Lauduree, the macaroon shop.
Then is was time to catch our train home.



Like I said, fast and furious.
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Where we stayed:
http://residence-charles-floquet.fr/
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in addition –
Although the public transit is easy to understand we found it a little on the dirty and dark side at times, in comparison to other places we’ve been.
And for me, Paris is the least walk-able city we visited this year. Everything is spread out, so you have to rely on some sort of transit to get from one thing to the other. Unlike London, Rome, Amsterdam, Dubrovnik, and Munich where you can easily walk from one thing to the next.
The rumor is that the French are rude. And while I’m sure there are millions of nice people in France, I found them to be short on patience with English speakers and with kids. And for this reason, it is not the most kid-friendly place to take them. Plus, finding a restaurant that has 1.An English Menu 2.Items the kids will recognize and 3.Room to seat us – proved frustrating at times. Enter, super crowded McDonalds in Paris.
But I knew all this going in – especially since I had a warm up trip with mom. On top of that, honestly, there were quite a few homeless and that’s always hard to discuss with kids.
Paris also has a bad reputation for terrible pick-pockets. While we did not experience any sort of thing, I had a complete stranger warn me on the subway that my purse was open too much. “This is the subway in Paris, girl.” He said. “Watch your bag.”
On the subject of reputation…. lots of people from the states ask us if we are afraid living over here in Europe. Or if we were afraid to travel here.
And our answer is no. First of all, you can’t protect yourselves or your kids from every little thing every second of the day. The control we think we have is really only just an illusion.
Second of all, what good does it do for us to live afraid to go anywhere? My being afraid means that I keep my eyes out. I watch myself and my kids like an eagle. I take precautions. I communicate with my spouse and the other members of my group. And then after that, there is nothing left to do. For the record, I would never take my children to a place that I didn’t feel was safe. Even though Paris has unflattering sides, we are still glad we took the oppurtunity to share this special city with our children.
There is evil in this world, everyday, all around us. And if we let it, the evil will take the world from us. Is that how it’s going to be? No, we will show them the world anyway. And we will teach them to be smart and careful, but not afraid. Know the risks and travel on.
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England
We carved out some time while family was here to venture to a few places here in England. For these trips, we wanted to lighten our load a little. So, Theo and Viv had to stay back with a sitter and miss out.
With my mom, dad, and brother we drove south to the coast and visited Bodiam Castle and the Chalk Cliffs of Seven Sisters.
When we moved to London I promised the boys that we would visit a castle. I searched for the most castle-y looking castle. The one that I thought THEY would have in their head as what a castle should look like. Once I found this one, I knew it’s where we had to go. Look at that castle! It has a moat! It was built in 1385!
The boys absolutely loved it. And the adults did too.
Bodiam Castle


Yes, that is a teddy bear with an orange hoodie on it. 





This castle happened to be near the southern coast, so we decided to head to the nearby chalk cliffs.
Chalk Cliffs at Seven Sisters







In case you didn’t catch that, I did say THAT WE DROVE.
And… I look forward to NEVER driving in England again. Rich rented the car online, and then called me, “Ya, I got the car. And.. oh, hey babe. You have to drive because my license is expired.”
I was like
Huh.
Ok… ok, alright.
Hummm.
Ok. Ok. I will be driving then…hummm hum hum..”
I drove. I DID. I drove the car, in England, with my husband, two children, mother, father, and brother in tow. On the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road. I started out ok with it. The city roads, I wasn’t worried about. The country roads, I was definitely not worried about. But it was the merge onto the “motor-way” that had me the most anxious. I was also super nervous about all of the city round-abouts. A few tight spaces had everyone holding their breath, but overall getting out of the city was fine. Getting onto the motorway was also ok because I had four adult helpers watching out all sides.
But then we had to veer off of the motorway onto the English country roads. Which were going to easy peasy.
Except I was completely wrong. The English country roads that we drove on were, like, not in a big open field with lots of visibility. Na Ah. They were windy crooky around all these little villages and stuff. They were about the width of a car and a half, and they twist and turn so bad. You can only see about 40 feet in front of you before the road winds again. And most of the road had tall shrubs or a wall right on the side of the road. A shoulder is non-existent.
SO your car can’t fit on your side of the road. You can’t see on the road up ahead because of the turn and because of the walls and the shrubs. If a car comes, you can’t move over. And you have no warning. I don’t understand how this flies. It was like driving in a tube slide that is not wide enough for two cars to pass. And the Brits are just flying around these blind turns, like no big deal. When we met another car, literally and actually, one car had to wait for a little break in the road side wall and pull over so the other car could come through.
I built up a line of at least 8 cars behind us, at all times. There were times when I felt (as I heard another ExPat friend say) frozen in fear. Our whole life was in this car and it was impossible. I had to pull over a couple times and give my white knuckles, tense shoulders, and nauseous stomach a break. Trying to drive on those blind country roads sort of broke me. I couldn’t do it.
Rich (and everyone else in the car!) kept complaining that I was driving too far over and that we were going to slam into the road-side wall. And I can’t blame them. Honestly, to not-used-to-it Americans, it was F’n scary.
“I don’t know what else to do!” I would shout. “Ride the middle, and get in a head on collision!? I can’t see!”
“But if you keep driving so far over, we’re going to hit the wall!” They would say.
Here’s the truth, after a few rounds of complaining, I pulled over and had Rich start driving on his expired license. After not even a few turns he goes “Oh wow babe, you’re right. This is really hard. Really hard.”
See? Thank you.
I drove all the way to the castle. He drove for a little while and then we switched back and I finished driving the last half hour to the cliffs. When leaving the cliffs, my anxiety at driving home had me in tears, so Rich finished the trip home from there. If he got pulled over, my plan was to plead insanity.
We didn’t get a scratch on the car, or die in a crash, or get pulled over… SO it all worked out in the end.
Will I be able to face those country roads again? It’s hard to say. I don’t like that they defeated me so badly. The competitive and adrenaline-junkie side of me wants to try again – without kids in the car. But the normal, rational me definitely wants to avoid them for all eternity. I’ll be just fine if I never drive on those roads again. And I will surrender to the fact that I can’t do it. You win, roads! You win.
My blood is pumping right now at just recalling the memory…. so I’m not hopeful for victory in the future.
UGH!
That’s that.
ANYWAY.
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A little later in the summer, we traveled BY TOUR BUS to the English city of Bath and Stonehenge with Rich’s family. Comfy, air-conditioned, reclining seats. And no driving required.
BATH
Bath is an adorable little town centered around the old Roman Bath house. Rick Steves has a great episode on Bath, and it was my reason for wanting to go here. Look it up on YouTube.
Bath often wins the National Competition for the prettiest flowers. It’s extra unique because every building in Bath is required to be built out of white bath stone. It also has an amazing Cathedral, easy cozy pubs, and impeccably clean streets. It’s beautiful, arty, chill, and fun.
We loved it and I would love to go back.
In fact, we liked it so much that all of us have decided that we are going to retire here. Wish us luck with our retirement in Bath.









Stonehenge
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Stonehenge was more for the adults to appreciate. But the kids had a great time here too.
Mostly because it was just an open field.
That is always fun.
If you’re into history or mystery or aliens or quiet places or being outside then you will like visiting Stonehenge. It’s a world heritage site and a “wonder of the world,” for goodness sake. If you’re over this way, it’s worth the trip.







They had a little village of how the people building Stonehenge would have lived. The boys saw it as a great oppurtunity to play in the rocks. 

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We toured with Day Tours London. There are lots of tour bus companies. We were very happy with this one. Would recommend!
Stonehenge
http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/stonehenge/
Bodiam Castle
https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/bodiam-castle
Chalk Cliffs
http://www.sevensisters.org.uk/
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Munich
My parents and my brother came to visit in June, and decided to make a quick additional trip while in Europe. They landed on Germany, specifically the southern region of Bavaria. Now, I’ve watched enough Rick Steves to know that I wanted to go here too. Southern Germany was at the top of my list, and NOT at the top of Rich’s.
If we could swing the childcare, maybe I could join my family for a couple days and knock it off my list. And that’s what happened! Between our Au Pair still living with us, and Rich making a couple drop offs and pick ups, I was able to escape basically guilt free. I had two full days in Munich with them. On the first day we took an all day bus tour to the Neuschwanstein Castle. Then on the second day we took an all day bus tour and crossed the border into Salzburg, Austria.
My mom took enough pictures for all of us, which meant that I blessedly got to take my photographer hat off for a while and focus on living in the now, looking around, and enjoying the quiet of no kids. This also means, that most of my pictures from the trip are just selfies of me and my brother (who doesn’t smile with his teeth).
But I’m fine… with both of those things.





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Neuschwanstein
Neuschwanstein Castle is the stuff of fairy tales. I saw this. I lived this in real life. However, I did not take these pictures:





Opulence and grandeur on a level you can’t believe. Just… literally unbelievable. To think they did it without modern machinery… or vehicles… or a crane. How many thousands of trips up this treacherous mountain did they make, WITH HORSES?!
You have to see it to believe it.
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Three notes –
One: you only see a teenzy bit of inside the actual castle. We guessed only 1/10th of the castle. I don’t know why this is. What you do see is incredible. Inside the castle itself… I’d say took us 30minutes.
Two: you have to get there yourself. The bus tours drop you off at the village near the castle. Then you have three choices. Shuttle, horse, or walk. Also – if you miss your tour time at the castle, they won’t let you in. Or so they said.
Our tour guide recommended walking it. He was at least 65, and told us he was going to be walking it, and it was an up-hill hike of 30minutes or so. We decided he was insane. You can also take the shuttle, but it only runs every 20 minutes and takes you to the top of the mountain where you still have to walk down-hill to the castle for 10 minutes, plus it’s not the most reliable because if it fills up they don’t let you on. And then you’re stuck waiting for the next shuttle and you miss your tour time. Then there are the horses. The horses run at regular horse intervals, not timed or tracked by any one. And they cost a little extra money. However, once you are on a horse carriage, it’s only a 15 minute very-scenic trip up to the castle. When we got dropped off by the bus, we had lunch, and decided to wait for the scenic horses. The horses did not come and the horses did not come. And there was no one there to tell us if the horses were coming soon. Then one horse carriage came, FINALLY, but our group was not first in line and we couldn’t fit on. Now we are first in line, but we still don’t know when the next horse carriage is coming and it’s getting closer and closer to our allotted tour time. We wasted so much time waiting on those horses. Worried more and more about time. It’s for sure too late to walk it. We spot the shuttle at the top of the hill. We race to it. The driver graciously lets us on without a ticket (as long as we can give him cash at the top). The shuttle shuttles, drops us off and we raced down the hill, actually running… all four of us… to the castle to make our tour time. We ended up being there about 5 minutes early, hahahahaha. So funny. Lesson learned. Avoid the horses. Either grab a quicker lunch and wait for the shuttle OR grab a quicker lunch and go on a hike with your insane and incredibly fit tour guide.
Three: Seeing 10 percent of this castle is worth the stress and the hike.
In fact, Isaac was so thrilled to make it to the top of the Neuschwanstein, that he smiled with his teeth.

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Austria
On our next tour day we went to Salzburg, Austria. Home of Mozart and the Sound of Music. We walked around and took in the old cathedrals, cemetaries, and garden. We followed that up with a ride down the river. It was beautiful and relaxed and educational and cool.







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On beer: The perfect place to unwind after a treacherous and exhausting castle mountain hike or a trip to Austria is the Beer Hall/Beer Garten. They are all over and we asked our tour guides what they recommended. You can refill on a huge pint of beer (often brewed in-house) and have as many pretzels as you can handle. You’ll probably need to ask for an English menu, but the atmosphere will be fun and laid back. (Unless you go to the pumped-up-on-steroids Beer Garten that my family found the day after I left… where they couldn’t figure out how to order, got yelled at for being slow, and then couldn’t find a place to sit)
At our first Beer Hall, instead of a full beer, I ordered a Radler – which I had read was the way to go. A Radler is a half beer and half lemonade (or we suspected, some sort of lemon-lime soda). And it IS the way to go. For me, at least, because I’m not much of a beer drinker. My family thought it sounded gross and ordered regular beer, but of course, my Radler quickly became everyone’s favorite. Because it is awesome.
On accommodations: Our hotel was apartment style. It wasn’t super luxurious to the eye, but it was clean and spacious, very convenient and highly rated on trip advisor. It worked great for us and I would stay there again.
On getting around: Munich public transport was clean, simple, and consistent. I love when one pass gets you on all busses/trams/trains. That way switching is easy. Their transportation system is probably the best I’ve witnessed. If not tied, then second, to London. You may, though, need a little German… or a little luck finding someone who can translate while buying your tickets. We felt so confident that we didn’t even bother with a taxi service from the airport at 10 o’clock at night. Someone helped us buy the right ticket, and we found our way to the hotel on our own, via train.
On language: Munich is not a huge tourist town, so English speakers/menus/signs are less common. But still common enough. You can clunk around ok enough if you try. The people are friendly and helpful. And if they know English – I found a polite acknowledgment at the beginning of the conversation was best, and then were happy to speak it.
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Where we stayed:
http://www.kriemhild.de/en/homepage.html
We toured with Grey Line Bus Tours. COMFY seats, great guides. Our only complaint was that we wished we would’ve been warned about the physical hike at the Neuschwanstein. I don’t know how it would’ve helped us, but we would’ve like to have been warned. And we think that the Salzburg trip could’ve been timed a little differently. But overall, we were very happy.
http://www.grayline.com/things-to-do/germany/munich/
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Dubrovnik
Rich and I were the luckiest people on earth and got to travel KID FREE to Dubrovnik Croatia this summer. We had heard tales of beautiful scenery and fresh seafood. For Rich, it was the number-one-top-of-the-list place he wanted to go in all of Europe. Flying to Croatia is not cheap and neither is a good hotel, so we knew we weren’t going to be able to go with the kids. Therefore when mom came to stay for the summer, we jetted off for a quick weekend on our own. And by quick – I mean two nights. I don’t even think Rich took off work.

In Croatia! Our hotel was clinging on a cliff like barnacles on a ship. It felt more like we were sleeping on a boat than a hotel. It was beautiful and fancy. Almost too fancy for corn-land me. I mean, I did ok… But I definitely felt like I had to behave myself. And, while eating our pretentious meals on the hotel terrace, I was a teensy bit self conscious and felt the need to whisper and stop all fidgeting. I can’t fault the hotel, the staff was great. And if we traveled there again – I would stay there again, because it was perfection. But I don’t know… just not home-y cozy comfortable, that’s all. And the OPPOSITE of kid friendly. We didn’t see a single child in the hotel. I have to admit, though – that was nice.



I’ll just keep talking about food now.
If you would like to dine outside in the most perfect of weather with the most perfect seafood risotto, then Dubrovnik is the place for you. Outside of our hotel, the atmosphere was more relaxed and I felt like I could speak at a normal volume. The rumors were right, the food was amazing. But here is my tip – when you are in a city, surrounded by the sea – like Dubrovnik – look around yourself. What do you see? Do you see cows? Or pigs? Or do you see the sea and the boats on the bay? Think to yourself – what do these people know how to make? I’m not going to mention any names, but ordering beef in a seafood town might lead to disappointment. Order from the sea and avoid disappointment. Trust the people by the sea. They know how to do it.


From the bay, they are running all kinds of tours off to different islands – of which there are many. But, we had heard from a travel blog that there was one island that mostly locals go to. It’s not on any of the tours and you can just take a ferry there. She said it was worth the visit and she was right. The name was Lokrum Island and while leisurely walking around the island you will run into cliffy crags, caves, a secret lagoon, a monastery and wild peacocks. I didn’t go to the other islands, but I can say that Lokrum is the best one.





And because we like to think of ourselves as adventurous, we signed up to go kayaking around the bay! We underestimated the skill level and stamina that were required for such a trip – but as least we didn’t tip our kayak over like one of the other couples, or have to be pulled by the speed boat to catch up with the rest of the group. Just keeping up with the guide and staying afloat meant that we were amazing. Despite the stress, our guide was great and we loved the tour. And afterward we ate a huge meal.



Dubrovnik is an ancient walled city. There are no cars. Walking around is fun. We didn’t do anything else recommended on the travel sites while we were there like take the “Game of Thrones” tour, or a walk around the top of the city wall. I think we were too busy eating and leisurely walking around on our own.








Since we’re an old married couple who prefers sleep to partying, I cannot report on the night-life of Dubrovnik. I know there is one though. Because as night fell, these truly beautiful women starting popping up on the walkways promoting their night clubs and handing out cards to people walking by. We passed… I don’t know… 5 beautiful-women-club-girls. And not one of them invited us to their club! And we weren’t like dressed all schlubby or anything. And come on, we are two people who are taking care of ourselves, we don’t look that bad! I mean…. I didn’t want to go to the club anyway. But I would’ve like to have been invited.
Whatever.
It didn’t hurt our feelings that bad. It’s not like we still talk about it or anything…
I’ve recovered from not being invited to the club, and it in NO WAY spoiled our night. If anything, it gave us a good laugh.
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Where we stayed:
Even though Croatia has a native language… which I don’t even know what it’s called…. English is not a problem because Dubrovnik is super touristy. English is everywhere. Shop workers and servers all spoke English flawlessly. Most menus looked like this, friendly to many languages:

Getting to Lokrum Island: This one is a little tricky. A lot of the tours heading out advertise that they are going to Lokrum. But they are only driving by it. If you want to take the ferry directly to Lokrum and get off and walk around, it’s literally just a guy at a table on the dock. Ask around. If nothing else, I think the ferry’s ran every half hour. So, just watch one come in and then try to board it.
On the Kayak tour: Kind of the same thing. Outside of the city walls, there are all kinds of tour groups advertised. There are friendly people with signs and clip boards, as well as other tour groups meeting and leaving. We just caught one of those guys and checked on trip advisor before paying. Easy peasy.
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Rome
We had a lot of trouble narrowing down a second destination for this trip. There were so many possibilities. We were literally up for anything. Our individual lists had 5 or 6 cities on them. We kept switching ideas and thoughts. And we also had to factor in that we were traveling with more children than adults.
Finally, we literally ended up just going on Google flights and looking at the whole continent of Europe. You can just look at the map of Europe on your screen and see how much flying to each city costs. Ok – so where are the cheapest places to fly on our dates?? Turns out, Rome was one of them. We all thought that sounded great.
So, Rome it is. The kids will like that, right? Why not?
And that’s how we decided. Google flights.
off to Rome
We flew to Rome early on Easter morning. Very early.
Like, we had to get up at 4:30A.M. It was nice though, because there was no one at the airport and we moved easily and quickly through everything. We had some breakfast at the airport and boarded our plane. This flight was the only one out of three that was not delayed. So, maybe there’s something to flying out that early.

doesn’t matter how early it is, these two… 





a playplace in baggage claim. yes! The kids did great on this travel leg. Better than the adults, naturally. They just got right up and put on their neon uniforms. None of them were mad at us for waking them up so early, they just went with it. I felt lucky to have happy kids all morning.
day one
The advantage of arriving early on your travel day is that you have a bunch of the day left once you land. One might normally take a short nap in their hotel room, and then leisurely head out to enjoy what is left of the day. And that sounds like a wonderful plan.
Ummm, that’s not really how it works with kids. You will not rest. No.
Nope, no rest for you.
We got lucky with another great rental home. This place was clean, light, modern and spacious. Since it was Easter, all the stores were closed and we couldn’t buy any food for the house. I’d thought ahead to ask, and the owner of the property had stocked us up with a few essentials.



the self operated, pint sized Italian elevator. not complaining, though! 

doesn’t take long for a fort to be constructed 
Once we got to our rental, an exhausted Theo laid down for a nap while we settled in. But once he was up, we ventured out. Even though most neighborhood stores were closed, public transit was running, and restaurants and tourist areas were open. We walked down to Piazza de Popolo and then walked from there to the Spanish Steps, which were under construction. We gawked around, took in the sun and the beautiful day. We saw some amazing shopping, and the boys played bubbles in the piazza. We still had on our clothes from the plane, and we were all exhausted. But we were so happy to be here and it was a nice relaxing way to start our time in Rome.



Look at my helper boy, pushing the stroller. 

Viv and I spotted Chanel 




We’d had a REALLY really long day, and at the Piazza we realized it was approaching dinner/bed time for the kids. We also realized that they were all melting at an increasingly alarming rate. If we didn’t get them fed and back to the house and in bed, we would end up with crying heaps of children in the middle of this Italian city. Heaps. Too many to carry. Lots of crying, and lots of children doing the limp noodle bit on the dirty pavement. There were a few restaurants by the Piazza, but they were all nice Italian ones that we knew were going to take waaaay too long for our hungry minions.
So.. we fed them Burger King.
I know.
Just.
I know…
I know.
Anyway, after the kids went to bed we found the nearest take out.

And it was fine. Just ok.
Like, not special or great in any way.
Certainly not the best pizza or pasta we’ve ever had.
NOO, uh huh.
The sauce was not fresh. The pasta was not handmade. The tuna was not unexpectedly scrumptious. The cheese was stupid.
The pizza did not have the most amazing crust that you can’t even understand how it is possible to make a pizza crust that exists in the world like this.
No.
The sauce. Like, what happened?
The tomatoes. ugh.
Naaa.
I mean, it was fine. And we were calm about it.
Like, I dunno…. this:

Or this:

And then, maybe this:

So, I’ll just skip ahead to some of our other eats and talk about that:









Like, I don’t know how to behave myself.
It’s one of those things that messes with your head.
They served us a platter of meat and cheese, which first of all is incredible. Can you imagine going to TGI Friday’s or Olive Garden and them bringing you a meat and cheese platter? It would be so lame… and probably really gross. But the meat and cheese platter you get in Gusto’s in Rome is not lame or gross. Not at all. In fact you feel like you are having the best food ever… and it’s basically a deli meat sandwich without the bread. What is going on?
You think you are tasting the most amazing cheese that you’ve ever had in your entire life. But then you’re like, no, that doesn’t make any since. I’ve eaten a lot of cheese. I’ve lived for however many years… this can’t be the totally best cheese ever… right? It’s just because I’m sitting here in Italy and it’s really pretty. And I want it to be good.
It’s something that I’m just making myself think. How can this cheese be sooo far superior to any other cheese. Cheese is cheese. How good can it be? What are they doing in Italy that they’re not doing in America to make this amazing cheese. How can it be that much better? It’s like all the other cheese is all of the hockey players that have ever played in the NHL, and then the cheese you are currently eating is Wayne Gretzky.
It’s better than all the rest and nobody can ever touch it.
It doesn’t have to make sense.
And then you’re a little bit mad that you’ve not had access to the Wayne Gretzky cheese before. And you also feel a little desperate because you’ll never have the Wayne Gretzky cheese again, after you leave. The Wayne Gretzky cheese in Rome has ruined you for all other cheeses. And then you feel annoyed.
Now, we can apply this feeling to the whole spectrum of Italian food, including coffee (oh my gosh – I can’t even), and that’s sort of how I feel after eating in Rome.
I don’t know.. maybe it was all the wine.
But, come on, when the AIRPORT CAFETERIA looks like this:
You are bound to be in crisis.



I would like to state that we did our best to get recommendations for good food, from either trip advisor, Rick Steves, or Anthony Bourdain. I imagine there is bad food in Rome, we just didn’t have any. I watched an episode of Anthony Bourdain in Rome before we left. On there, the Italian men said “Other people, they eat to live. And Italians, they live to eat.”
I was only in one city for a couple days, and I get that now. There is a importance placed on goodness. There is a respect for quality ingredients.
They are in LOVE with their food. Sub-par is not okay.
Except at Burger King.
day 2
This day we went to the Colosseum. It’s old… and huge. It’s just as amazing as you imagine it will be. The boys LOVED it. They loved the story of the gladiators and the animals that used to fight in here. They loved the size of it all and talking about how the building had fallen into disrepair. Of all the things we did – Harry remembers this the most.











After the Colosseum, we took the bus to the Pantheon and Trevvi Fountain.








you win some, you lose some 

*** side note on the transportation system in Rome. On the plus side – you buy one card and its gets you on any bus, tram, or train. In Amsterdam that was not the case. You needed a bus ticket, separate train tickets, and separate tram tickets. Talk about annoying. Anyway – one ticket gets you everywhere, so we were excited.
On the negative side – the system is a little harder to figure out. And after this trip I concluded that we are extremely spoiled in London. Our trains run every 6-8 minutes all over the city, and our buses run every 8-12, also all over the city. Things are clearly and simply marked and incredibly clean – for the most part. There are tons of employees everywhere and announcements are made at every stop. Basically, it’s amazing.
In Rome, we found that it was a little dark, and dirty, on the underground. Things weren’t as clearly marked, or announced. You just kinda get on the bus, and hope it goes the right way. Then hope that you recognize where you need to stop, and then hope that the bus that you’re on actually stops there.
The trains don’t run as often, and neither do the buses. In fact, we sat near the Trevi Fountain waiting for our bus so long that we actually gave up. We were waiting for the number 53 and it was supposed to come in 12 minutes, but never did. We waited and waited. So many other buses went by, the 191.. 64… whatever. No 53.
Finally at about 30 minutes, we decided to leave our post and try to find another way to get back. But we knew our options were going to be limited plus we were all exhausted and didn’t want to walk anymore.
As we walked further away from the bus stop, I kept turning my head around just looking to see if a 53 was coming. And you know what? Once we got really far away – almost too far away to see the number on the buses, sure enough, a number 53 comes pulling up. But, we had left the stop and were now halfway between the last stop and the next stop. This meant that we – five adults, four walking children, two strollers, plus purses and backpacks – went running down the sidewalk to the next stop.
Yelling at each other, and the kids. We can make it! We can! Run guys! Traffic is stopped, we have a chance! He’ll let us on, if he sees us! Damn you 53 bus!
And we did – we made it on. Whew.
But, ya, that part of Rome is underwhelming for sure.
We’ll forgive it though, because pizza.
day 3
Day three was Vatican day. For this outing, we left the two littlest babies back at the house with Rica and only took the older boys. We arrived at 9 in the morning with our pre-booked tickets and were able to avoid the huuuuuge line.
I’m still in denial about the Vatican.
I mean, we’re not even Catholic.
I went into it without expectations, and it was the most incredible place.
You can’t even believe your eyes. You can’t even believe the quality. You can’t believe the QUANTITY. You can’t believe the attention to detail.. what it must have taken… how much it must have cost. It feels like EVERY SQUARE INCH of every single room, everywhere we were allowed to go, was covered. Covered in painted art or gold or marble or ivory. The opulence is unreal. You can’t even count the tapestries. You can’t count the statues.
The beautiful windows, the doorways, the courtyards. I see why people come from all over the world to visit. It was my favorite place we went the entire trip. You don’t have to be catholic to appreciate it.









We went through the Raphael Rooms, and we got our picture with the pope:

We visited the Sistine Chapel, where you are not allowed to take pictures. And from there we snuck (literally snuck through a “restricted passageway”) from the Sistine Chapel to St. Peter’s Basilica.
I can’t believe St. Peter’s Basilica. It just doesn’t quit.







The Vatican piazza was still set up from the Easter service. 




In the afternoon, we went back to the house. We cuddled and rested. Erika braided Viv’s hair for the first time and we began packing up.




Our flight back to London ended up being delayed by almost three hours. At least we weren’t trapped on the plane though. We waited in the terminal, and ate, and played. Then when we boarded, we learned that they had to replace our scheduled plane with a bigger better plane. This meant we had entire aisles to ourselves, and it lessened the blow of having to wait so long.







And then… we were back “home” in London. Back to the land of the full English language and the speedy and easy-to-understand transportation system.
And it felt good. Really good.

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where we stayed:
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