Another random note of Life in London is the fact that our milk is reverse... like you know when you are at starbucks, and you see them pick up the red capped milk you know they are making a mistake making your nonfat latte, because that milk has the BLUE cap. Well, here the WHOLE milk is blue and the nonfat is red! Odd... how did that get lost in translation??

Yesterday we headed to Hampstead which is in the North of London, and they have a LARGE Heath that is "suppose" to be beautiful. And it was beautiful, but the day didn't live up to the dream. The village part of Hampstead was beautiful with lots of great shops and leafy green trees, and there were lots of famalies, and the weather was great and the homes beautiful. We stop at a lovely deli and buy some sandwiches and other picnic treats and head to the heath where we were to spread out and dine and our beautiful children would run and be one with nature, and Gabe and I would gaze into each other eyes.. and sigh.. OK so you get how magical it was GOING to be.

All of that ended, as soon as I took a bite of my sandwich and George wandered off about 2 feet came back plopped down and informed me he stepped in "something". DOG POOP!!! Smooshed in between he sweet little pink toes. Thank GOD for baby wipes, as I am wiping off the crap, and muttering to myself that this is a thankless job, I notice and army of 20 pigeons has surrounded us... Mary-Mae starts yelling at the top of her lungs "SHOO SHOO". The young couple lazing with their champagne didn't seem to appreciate the fact that her bird herding was "shooing" them in their direction. Phoebe was toddling off towards the lake, Gabe was fielding messages from work on his blackberry...PACK IT UP KIDS, picnic's over! Lunch then became an ice cream from the ice cream truck strategically parked outside of the childrens play area.

Besides ALL that, I STILL loved the Hampstead.