I realized that there may be a few people who think if I haven’t blogged, it’s because I am busy having a baby. Not so much. 4 days past due is not so abnormal and so far the day is fairly typical – typical for a crippled hippo. Which means I never left the flat although I possibly would have rather been elsewhere today:
- at our friends’ wedding in Wales (the one time I could have worn a freakin’ fascinator…)
- at our friends’ 4th of July bbq
- at London’s Gay Pride parade
- at the women’s finals at Wimbledon (cause you know, I am sure I could have gotten tickets)
- at all the crazy July sales at every single store in the city
- the Wireless Festival at Hyde Park (come on Ke$ha, Chromeo and Chemical Brothers! Or not)
I’m actually going to blame Ikea and their sofa delivery service. Did you know no one in the UK calls it a “couch”? It’s a sofa. It’s so hard to keep up with these things.
But since I relegated myself to the flat today, I should take the opportunity to say how much we love it here. I still have to pinch myself that life is so much easier in this flat. There is a lift! Everything seems new! The landlord isn’t mean! And coincidentally, the doctor that delivered Jonah lives on the 1st floor. So convenient! And I really, really, really love the views. Below is looking out our bedroom window. I could have waited for a sunny moment to snap a pic, but never mind. What I love is seeing the BT Tower. Yes, a much-derided London landmark, but a landmark all the same. I love that it’s there and at night there is a scrolling Olympic countdown. I love that the buildings to me look Dickensian. I love that that seems like such an American thing to say since the neighborhood is actually posh. I love that in London you can always see the sky. There it is. The sky.
My mom arrived on Wednesday for a month-long visit to help with new baby and 2 year-old toddler. (And below she is already charming Jonah’s friend, Baby Isaac.) She has already helped us unpack so much and given me decorating advice. I wish Bryan’s wallet would take my mom’s decorating advice. We love that she’s here.
Oh, the Ikea SOFA just arrived! Oh there is a huge rip and a broken coil. Cheap flat-packed furniture… word.
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