Here we are, day 3 in Oxford (after a day and a half in London), and I am so proudof my little boy! Not only is he learning to yell, “Da DAAAAAAAAAA!” with an English accent, but he is sleeping well through the night and took a nap yesterday! Ok ~ sleeping well is much more than I can say for Casey and I. Our hotel (use this noun more as a suggestion than a true definitive term) is called “EuroBar” and is, in fact, a Bar with a cafe and 8 rooms upstairs. Have I mentioned that it’s World Cup, and yesterday England was in the quarter-finals? Imagine hundreds of very drunk, very angry Englishmen storming through the streets, after losing to Portugal in overtime. Imagine a hotel room with no A/C, 90 degrees outside (I thought it would be COLD!) and open windows all night. Kenny is a champ among little guys for making it through!!
Now he is enduring Mommy and Daddy enthusiastically typing at the (un-airconditioned) local internet cafe, sweat dripping from his precious, perfect brow. I love that kid!
But enough is enough, Mommy! He’s ready to rumble, so I’m signing off. This is a great town, though, and there is much more to write. Stay tuned!
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