When Josh had a layover in London last month, he brought home gifts for all of us: T-shirts for the boys, cookies and tea for me, and a stuffed animal for Camille.
He knows the driving here is about to put me over the edge — I need the reminder, daily. My friend has this as a tattoo and I love it, but I’d be more likely to tattoo “LEARN TO MERGE” on my hand so I could wave it at everyone on the road who needs to go back to driving school.
Josh thought Camille would like a stuffed mascot of the 2012 Olympics. (What is it? A one-eyed bear with a mohawk?) He forgot that someone else in the house also loves stuffed animals. The creature survived his run-in with the dog, but lost a hand in the process. Calvin took a closer look at the bear the other day and said, “Mom! Look at the shirt he’s wearing!”
Yep, our one-armed mascot is wearing a Paralympic Games t-shirt. Maybe our dog can read?
Our (camping/Atlantis) friends from Oman came to visit us over the weekend which is why I haven’t blogged in a few days. This photo of Camille is from our brunch at Cafe Lilou’s — french toast made from croissants, with mascarpone whipped cream, berries and white chocolate. If you come visit us, we will go there, I promise.
Our families have been busy catching up, eating out, and swimming at the indoor waterpark here. I don’t have any pictures because water and iphones don’t mix, but it was an amazing time. I was afraid it would be loud and chlorine-y and I wouldn’t have anything to do with Camille, but they have a beach entry wave pool, lots of splash areas for little ones, a lazy river and a big covered outdoor area with slides/pools. If you come visit us, we can go there too.
You can also experience the legendary traffic. I took this picture because I was irritated. The two cars on the right are trying to cut in front of the line of cars making a left turn. It wouldn’t be a big deal except when you’ve already been waiting at a light through 3 cycles, you want to kill people when all the line jumpers cause you to miss the light again.
I need to take a lesson from Camille. Pull out my iPhone, kick back and watch “The Orlax” (The Lorax — her favorite movie), and figure we’ll get there when we get there. Keep Calm and Carry On!