Fun Bobby (in London)

Bobby is a good time lad. He has fun at home and on the road. While Dad’s been at work, the boy spends his days crawling around in the grass at the nearby park and crawling around our apartment’s carpeted floors. Today we took him to a brasserie, Noble Rot, where he had some lamb and guinea fowl – and lots of water, also some Cheerios and pureed leeks to top off.

We've witnessed a record sustained heat wave in London over the past week. Londoners keep telling us to savor this weather because the sun rarely shines for a full day, let alone several full days in a row. Because the sun doesn't have the habit of shining, buildings often don't have air conditioning, including our apartment. Luckily the heat broke for the weekend. Bobby had a nice nap in his carrier while we perused the shop windows of Lamb's Conduit – yes, that's the street's name where you find Noble Rot – in the crisp afternoon air before heading in for dinner.

Dinner at Noble Rot

The staff put us in the back of the restaurant, which is fine with us in case Bobby decides to go off his good restaurant behavior. We also were the first reservation of the evening – it's easy to get tables in restaurants when you eat at off-peak times, as life with a baby demands.

Noble Rot's food is supposed to be seasonal British. I thought my Uncle Bill would appreciate the warning that the game may contain shot. Luckily, I didn't hurt my tooth when munching my guinea fowl.

Our shirts were matching only on accident.

He's getting good at drinking from cups. He was so thirsty tonight.

Adventures around Islington

You've stepped out of bounds, Bobby.

After work at Paradise Park with Mom and Dad.

A running theme is that Bobby amuses himself easily with improvised toys. Please don't send expensive toys; he makes his own. Dad emptied the contents of this particular bottle before baby made it into a toy.

The look of sheer joy. He's invented a game where he throws the ball, crawls to pick it up, then throws it again, repeating the play. He didn't express it with words I understood, but he intimated that it was about the most fun he had had all hour.

Somehow lost his clothes along the way. Doing his best Poseidon. 

I don't know why, but he likes to crawl with his shoes in his hands. His face speaks of the thrill of this particular exercise.