There is probably a long German word that means "shame-of-parents-who-bring-a-crying-child-on-the-train".
The Junebug was remarkably chill about the nine-hour time difference. He napped when he felt like it and slept more or less when we wanted to, with the exception that he wanted to be up from about 12 to 2 am every night. That was the good news. The bad news was that he dealt with his jetlag via massive, unceasing, explosive pooping. He also outgrew his diapers on this trip. He pooped on everything he owned for the first half of the trip or so until we accidentally bought bigger diapers and discovered that they did not leak.
He also outgrew swaddling on the trip. It's very frustrating because once he is asleep swaddling still keeps him asleep longer but if he is not yet asleep and we swaddle him it drives him nuts with frustration now.
His big thing now is practicing his raspberry. Although it's less a raspberry and more a spraying everything around him with spit. As Mr. E said on the plane, "I didn't hear him sneeze and yet suddenly it was raining on me."
He loves being sung to. So thank god his Granny B was there, because both Mr. E and I had bad sore throats and could not sing at all for a few days there. I probably still shouldn't be singing, it's probably terrible for my throat. But this is life triage.
Oh, the grandparents. So they watched him while we were at the wedding, and this meant I think that he got a solid eight hours of television in their hotel room. Which I find hilarious and appropriate, because we don't let him watch TV. Clearly he will be spoiled by his grandparents and that is correct and as it should be.
Granny B pushed the Junebug and his stroller around Harrods and I think it was the highlight of her year. She showed him all the shiny things - they were decorated for Christmas, there were quite a lot of shiny things - and apparently they both enjoyed the hell out of themselves. Mr. E and I and
jumpeekittee and her Z hung out in Harrods' tea shop and drank very good tea and champagne and ate crumpets and fancy salmon sandwiches and tiny delicious trifle with a teeny little eyedropper of booze stuck in it to soak the cake part with.
I think maybe that if I hadn't been sick and if Mr. E hadn't gotten sick, I would count this trip a success. Of course, the next time we're both not sick will probably be in two years or so. I'm really rethinking this idea we had of going to my mom's house for Christmas, unfortunately. I know my mom will visit me instead. But if I don't go, then I won't get to see J., or my brother, or my dad & co. And that would suck.
Still, you know, we did make it to the wedding. And it is worth something to be there on the happiest day of your friend's life. (He said it was.) Especially since I think England has him for good at this point, that sort of thing matters.
And it was a lovely, lovely wedding. I like going to weddings now that I myself am married. You get to spend 40 minutes or so during the service thinking about the nature of marriage. Part of the nature of marriage of course is that there are a lot of things to get done every day and so you don't necessarily take a lot of time out to sit down and ponder the nature of this crazy thing you're doing. It's nice to be reminded. Also it always makes me want to get serious makeouts going with my guy, because I didn't want to get married for so long that actually being ~married~ to him has something of a taboo feel when I take the time to think about it, and that's pretty hot. So that's fun too.
It was a combination Church of England/Jewish wedding. I think basically everybody but the groom and his immediate family were kind of confused, but hey, we were game. The officiant especially did a fabulous job. And it was lovely to see A & A so happy.
Was reminded that there's no way to be pretty enough to escape from the girl insecurities when this lovely tall blonde at our table told a story - twice - there was a lot of wine going around - about how her sister was the pretty one in the family. They try to tell you that you would feel better if you were prettier, but it's a lie, that is not the way out.
Still, if you want me to be at my smiliest for the rest of the day, maybe don't loom a foot and a half over me, look down, and boom "Hey! Did you know you're going grey?"(I did already, yes.)
We went on the London Eye. I have no fear of heights and it was so tall that even I went whoa.
The wedding was at one of those big old English houses built 500 years ago that the Queen stayed in one time. The wedding itself took place in the chapel, and the party wandered through the rest of the house. It was gorgeous. We had to leave earlyish because of the exploding boobs problem, but we got to stay through the delicious food and the first dance.
Must remember never to eat in pubs in London. The food is gross.
On the way out we took a red-eye and that was perfect. The Junebug slept for most of it. On the way back unfortunately we didn't, and he...didn't.
Today I am actually dizzy with jetlag. Today has sucked so bad. Today is so fired. Tonight will be worse. I love the little guy but today I don't want to be a mom. Just for one day.