Today, the kids won. Mommy is waving the white flag on Tuesday. There are towels soaked with urine, milk (cow’s, not breast), and baby spit-up molding over in the washing machine. The girls have decided they’re American and therefore are observing American Daylight Saving Time and woke up an hour early both days this week. I only made it through half of Buggyfit class this morning because R wouldn’t stop crying. I let E have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner (half of which was thrown away because it soaked up her spilled milk). I’m just going to admit defeat and hope they go a little easier on me tomorrow. One of my favourite terms I hear British mums use a lot is I’m shattered, meaning exhausted. It fits.
But if I can get a blog post up before I pass out, then I will feel like I accomplished something today!
Since Baby R was born, E has had quite a few daddy-daughter dates out with M, but I was definitely overdue for taking my firstborn out for some one-on-one time. On Saturday we agreed baby would stay home with daddy for some bonding time, and E and I were going out on the town.
There’s a great app/website here called Hoop, which rounds up all the activities for kids going on in London, by date, age range, location, etc. We get an email every Thursday with the top picks for things happening on the weekend, and this week we saw there was going to be a free arts and crafts session at the Unicorn Theatre, a children’s theatre, so I decided we’d go check that out.
When we arrived, I was a bit disappointed in the craft they were doing; it was something we could easily have done ourselves at home. But, I reminded myself, this was about us spending time together doing an activity, so as long as E was having fun, it didn’t matter that the artwork wasn’t going to be frame-worthy.
So she happily painted and coloured for quite a while, and then a stage manager came up to the table and said their new play, which was opening this week, was going to be doing a dress rehearsal in a bit, and we were invited to come watch. Well that certainly made the trip there worth it!
The play, called Jeramee, Hartleby, and Oooglemore, ended up being for ages 3 and up. It was one hour long, and very silly in a physical comedy kind of way. The only words spoken the entire play are Jeramee, Hartleby, and Oooglemore. So it’s all visual, and no jokes were lost on my three-and-a-half-year-old. We both found it quite delightful. (And especially since we got to see it for free!)
This was her fourth play since we moved to London. We have also taken her to see The Gruffalo, Peppa Pig’s Surprise, and Father Christmas. All have been just about an hour, which is perfect for her age and attention span.
The theatre is in Southwark, near the South Bank of the Thames, which offers some cool views of Tower Bridge and the Tower of London, especially on such a beautiful spring day.
I wish I’d known about the fountains here last summer, when we were living in our temporary flat, which is within walking distance. This would have been great to bring her to on a hot day to play in the fountain!