Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
London I Hardly Knew Thee
Eleanor and I are going home on Tuesday. I could write 1,000 words explaining why we aren't "sticking it out" for the next month, but all that's really important is that it is the best decision for our family. We've learned from experience, and from the examples of important people in our lives, that there are times to work hard and fight for things, and there are times when you just need to do what is best for your mental and physical well-being, even if that means folding your hand and not playing anymore.
I am excited, and I am sad. Ryan will be staying here to work, and I am terrified of the month ahead without him. But I know that with the help of our family and friends (and Skype!), we will make it through the time apart.
Wish me luck on Tuesday. The flight home is going to be a challenge, but I am thankful there are so many people (and puppies!) who love us waiting on the other side of the ocean.
I am excited, and I am sad. Ryan will be staying here to work, and I am terrified of the month ahead without him. But I know that with the help of our family and friends (and Skype!), we will make it through the time apart.
Wish me luck on Tuesday. The flight home is going to be a challenge, but I am thankful there are so many people (and puppies!) who love us waiting on the other side of the ocean.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Celebrity Sighting
Monday, October 18, 2010
Pity Party
Over the past couple of weeks, Eleanor's sleeping habits have become worse and worse. Last night, she was up from 10pm - 12am, and then again from 4am until... well, I just had to hold her from then until 6am to help her get some sleep. The worst part is that she is crying about a quarter of that time. The next worst part is that she weighs about 23 lbs, and of course there is no rocking chair or glider in the apartment so we have to walk her around rocking her. The lack of sleep is bad, but the pain in my arms, shoulders and back, is much, much worse - I think Ryan would agree.
And yes, whatever you are thinking, we tried that.
It very hard to determine what is causing her lack of sleep. She has two new teeth, but they broke the gumline long ago and there are no new bumps anywhere. She had a cold, but it seems to be cleared up. She is eating new and different foods, but seems to have no trouble "passing wind" as it were (that is why her new nickname is Thunder Pants); we also give her gas relief medicine. She is sleeping in a pack-and-play in a clearly unfamiliar room, but wouldn't she be getting more used to it, not less? She is 8 month (tomorrow) and I know separation anxiety can set in now, but then wouldn't being with her calm her down, get her to stop crying and fall back asleep? So the mystery persists. Any more ideas?
And yes, whatever you are thinking, we tried that.
It very hard to determine what is causing her lack of sleep. She has two new teeth, but they broke the gumline long ago and there are no new bumps anywhere. She had a cold, but it seems to be cleared up. She is eating new and different foods, but seems to have no trouble "passing wind" as it were (that is why her new nickname is Thunder Pants); we also give her gas relief medicine. She is sleeping in a pack-and-play in a clearly unfamiliar room, but wouldn't she be getting more used to it, not less? She is 8 month (tomorrow) and I know separation anxiety can set in now, but then wouldn't being with her calm her down, get her to stop crying and fall back asleep? So the mystery persists. Any more ideas?
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Ladies Who Lunch
Eleanor and I set out this afternoon to have lunch and a tour of the Chelsea Physic Gardens. I packed us each a lunch and a snack (it is a 30 minute walk just to get there, so I thought it would be a long afternoon) and we were on our way. Except that on Mondays and Tuesdays, they are only open to "Friends of the Gardens" (meaning you have to give them a lot of $$ to get into the Garden on a Monday).
So, we had our lunch in front of a local church:
Saturday, October 9, 2010
British Food
British food has a reputation for being, um, what is the nice way to say this? Simple? Hearty? The kind of cuisine that makes it easy to buy "meaty pies" with stomach in them at the local Sainsbury? Ryan and I actually quite like typically British food; there is nothing not to like about a lot of pastry wrapped sausage. But Eleanor has NOT been enjoying the British baby foods. You can't simply buy "green beans" or "sweet potatoes." The baby food is stuff like "venison with parsnips and cilantro jelly." That is a lot of new flavor for a baby to try at once, and she just can't do it; we've tried. So now I have to buy the fancy schmancy organic baby food that is simply "sweet potatoes with squash and quinoa." Quinoa though. Seriously. We don't even eat that super healthy grain and our baby does. But she likes the expensive food, which is the simplest food I can find, and we want to make her happy don't we? Oh, and they also don't sell any good "biter biscuits" - the little dissolve-in-your-mouth things that she's snacking on below (brought from home). They also don't sell PLAIN CHEERIOS. WHO DOESN'T HAVE PLAIN CHEERIOS? I mean, "pip pip cheerio" and all that and they don't sell PLAIN CHEERIOS - just honey nut, and babies aren't supposed to eat honey, right? Well, we are out of biter biscuits and can't find plain cheerios. Any good 7+month snack suggestions?
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Daily Constitutional
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Where To Begin?
So, we are here, though there was initially a big question around IF we'd able to stay. I'll get to that in a minute.
First, the flight. We were sooooo excited when, approximately 5 minutes after finishing her bottle and 10 minutes before take-off, Eleanor fell right asleep with no fussing whatsoever. The adventure of getting to and through the airport was enough to exhaust anyone. (Oh, and for anyone traveling with a 7-month old soon, baby food is considered a liquid, so if you don't put it in a baggie, they have to test it to make sure you aren't going to make a sweet potato bomb.) So Ellie's asleep, we take off, she stays fast asleep, they set up our baby cot, and we lie her in it. Within 5 minutes, she was awake. Any time we tried to put her in the cot, she'd wake up. I spent 7 hours holding that baby to keep her asleep. Needless to say I did not sleep for longer than 10 seconds at a time and am still struggling to fully straighten my left arm.
Once we arrived in London, Eleanor was in a good mood, even though she only slept for about 6 hours compared with her usual 11 1/2, and we even got to skip the 2 hour immigration line as a reward for traveling with a small baby and head straight toward the biggest English jerk one has ever encountered. Our immigration officer must have been on some sort of power trip that day because he decided that Ryan surely needed a work visa in order to travel for business. Um? Ryan does this ALL THE TIME. His office has people come over and work for a few days to a few months ALL THE TIME. NO ONE EVER HAS A WORK VISA. He told us he wouldn't have let us into the country if it weren't for the fact that we were traveling with a baby, put some stamp in all of our passports to warn future immigration officials that we are all suspect and clearly trying to pull a fast one, and said we could enter the country but that Ryan was not allowed to work at all. Oh, and he was going to sent immigration down to the Economist to see who else is working here illegally. Ryan's office was shocked and appalled, and they are all working with an immigration lawyer to make sure Ryan is able to start working, though they did say the worse case scenario is that we'd have to "do this another time" and figure out a day to go back home. No one thinks that is really going to happen, but let's just say I still haven't unpacked my suitcase.
But the place we are staying is nice, looks very much like the pictures, though it is extremely LOUD. It is a charming old English rowhouse with all the charming squeaky doors and floors and those fabulously thin walls. As for Eleanor, let's just say she is "taking her time to adjust."
The following photo series is called In Pursuit of Plant.
First, the flight. We were sooooo excited when, approximately 5 minutes after finishing her bottle and 10 minutes before take-off, Eleanor fell right asleep with no fussing whatsoever. The adventure of getting to and through the airport was enough to exhaust anyone. (Oh, and for anyone traveling with a 7-month old soon, baby food is considered a liquid, so if you don't put it in a baggie, they have to test it to make sure you aren't going to make a sweet potato bomb.) So Ellie's asleep, we take off, she stays fast asleep, they set up our baby cot, and we lie her in it. Within 5 minutes, she was awake. Any time we tried to put her in the cot, she'd wake up. I spent 7 hours holding that baby to keep her asleep. Needless to say I did not sleep for longer than 10 seconds at a time and am still struggling to fully straighten my left arm.
Once we arrived in London, Eleanor was in a good mood, even though she only slept for about 6 hours compared with her usual 11 1/2, and we even got to skip the 2 hour immigration line as a reward for traveling with a small baby and head straight toward the biggest English jerk one has ever encountered. Our immigration officer must have been on some sort of power trip that day because he decided that Ryan surely needed a work visa in order to travel for business. Um? Ryan does this ALL THE TIME. His office has people come over and work for a few days to a few months ALL THE TIME. NO ONE EVER HAS A WORK VISA. He told us he wouldn't have let us into the country if it weren't for the fact that we were traveling with a baby, put some stamp in all of our passports to warn future immigration officials that we are all suspect and clearly trying to pull a fast one, and said we could enter the country but that Ryan was not allowed to work at all. Oh, and he was going to sent immigration down to the Economist to see who else is working here illegally. Ryan's office was shocked and appalled, and they are all working with an immigration lawyer to make sure Ryan is able to start working, though they did say the worse case scenario is that we'd have to "do this another time" and figure out a day to go back home. No one thinks that is really going to happen, but let's just say I still haven't unpacked my suitcase.
But the place we are staying is nice, looks very much like the pictures, though it is extremely LOUD. It is a charming old English rowhouse with all the charming squeaky doors and floors and those fabulously thin walls. As for Eleanor, let's just say she is "taking her time to adjust."
The following photo series is called In Pursuit of Plant.
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