Park, Park, Park & Park

We have squeezed away for a weekend in a cottage in rural Dorset.  On the drive down, C gave us two memorable first  occasions. First, as we got stopped at a very quick red light, C said "Ah, what the hell?" A shocked Bella and I both turned to him and had a stern word. Then, in a much better light, C began singing to the pop music we were all listening to. It was a unbashful, reasonably on tune kind of sing-a-long to a Robbie Williams tune.

Alejandro, a great friend and classmate from the MBA, found himself in London this week.  Although he's Argentinian by birth, he's living in Madrid.  So we had dinner together last night at our house. We made an occasion of it- drinks with the kids, a few bottles of Argentinian wine and I cooked a sort-of paella.  And he read stories to the kids at bedtime.  I did sit on the sidelines a few times while the Spanish speakers in the household got suitably animated.

The usual Sunday Routine: Breakfast all together Off to Church Meet Steph, Gwennie and Colin Go to Salt & Pepper for lunch Talk and read papers while the kids run around out front of the cafe. This is a place where we can all walk in, take the one big table, and just let John feed us whatever he's got on the go. Races outside S&P, and visitors inside.

Over the holidays, we measured the kids up against the kitchen wall. Here's the record: Christian- Height: 50 3/4 inches Weight: 51.5 lbs Dorothy- Height: 40 1/2 inches Weight: 31.8 lbs And here's the last growth pos t...

Walking in Wales Grand-dad and B in Wales Peter, Louisa and B

Senior Park Sighting the enemy in Wales By a hillside waterfall in Wales Dressed for church

Off to Dougie's Party After Bathtime, before bedtime On Christmas With Grandma in Wales