Alexander sure is getting around for such a little guy. This past weekend in London, we went to see two different friends. 
On Friday we took the tube and a short bus ride to visit an American friend (married to a Swede, which is amusing because our meeting had nothing to do with our similar expat w/Swedish husband statuses). Alexander and I had a nice walk around the pond in her village/city place (not sure what to call it; I guess it's a city, but it feels like a cute village to me) and then went to her place for some cake and coffee and the kind of pampering only women who have more grown up children can provide! A was a bit skeptical initially, but warmed up by the end of the afternoon. Goran came to visit when he was done with work, and after a glass of wine, escorted us home in a cab.
On Friday we took the tube and a short bus ride to visit an American friend (married to a Swede, which is amusing because our meeting had nothing to do with our similar expat w/Swedish husband statuses). Alexander and I had a nice walk around the pond in her village/city place (not sure what to call it; I guess it's a city, but it feels like a cute village to me) and then went to her place for some cake and coffee and the kind of pampering only women who have more grown up children can provide! A was a bit skeptical initially, but warmed up by the end of the afternoon. Goran came to visit when he was done with work, and after a glass of wine, escorted us home in a cab. 
Me, Alexander, Goran, Liam, Ferrah, Dave, CiaranOn Saturday we went to see Ferrah, one of my very best friends whom I've known since university,
her husband Dave and their boys Liam and Ciaran (the last of whom happens to be my godson). It was awesome to catch up and to sit around and relax in their very kid-friendly garden. The "big" kids played and napped while we lounged, ate and drank. 
By the time we got our stuff together and left, I was totally exhausted. In fact, on the train ride back to London, I curled up in two seats and tried to nap, while Goran took care of Alexander.
her husband Dave and their boys Liam and Ciaran (the last of whom happens to be my godson). It was awesome to catch up and to sit around and relax in their very kid-friendly garden. The "big" kids played and napped while we lounged, ate and drank. 
By the time we got our stuff together and left, I was totally exhausted. In fact, on the train ride back to London, I curled up in two seats and tried to nap, while Goran took care of Alexander.
He got off lightly however. You see, on the way to their house, Alexander made a diaper of mythical proportions. It went through his onesie AND trousers, leaving yours truly squatting on the floor of a swaying British railway car, trying not to lean against the toilet, while changing Alexander's clothing. See, nice and clean, right?
Not to be overly gross, but ... aww heck, this is my blog and I do want to be fully able to traumatize Alexander when he's older ... so, getting a poo-soaked body suit over someone's head? While moving? Not really possible without giving a poo facial. I had to clean him off in the sink in the end. It was charming, really. I think I should get some kind of mothering merit badge for not only managing, but for having remembered to bring another set of clothes to change him into. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this after all.
Not to be overly gross, but ... aww heck, this is my blog and I do want to be fully able to traumatize Alexander when he's older ... so, getting a poo-soaked body suit over someone's head? While moving? Not really possible without giving a poo facial. I had to clean him off in the sink in the end. It was charming, really. I think I should get some kind of mothering merit badge for not only managing, but for having remembered to bring another set of clothes to change him into. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this after all.
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