The Thinker

Definitely can see the wheels going 'round and round' in there....

Lovely Lashes

no further explanation needed...

The Irish

One of the things I have come to really love about London is that there are so many different cultures all around you. Walking down the street on any given day you will more than likely hear several different languages. You will also hear many different accents, and one of my favourites is the Irish. I'm not sure if it is because my sister lived in Ireland and I was able to visit her there, and fell in love with their willingness to help and their sing-song lilt that came along with it. But something about the way they speak makes me smile.

I was on the bus the other day taking a different route to the hospital where Jake was born for a check-up, when the Irish man sitting next to me struck up a conversation. He was down in Kilburn (where we live) to go to 'Corrigans' (note the rolling R's) to get his 'Irish bacon' which he claims is the best he can find in London. After discovering where I was going, he exclaimed, 'Well, you're on the wrong bus, luv!' and proceeded to figure out the best way for me to correct my error. I explained I was taking a different route so I wouldn't have to change buses, but he was adamant in the nicest way possible that I had indeed made a mistake, and at the last stop I would have to walk at least 20 minutes. This concerned him, as he didn't want me to be late for my appointment. He also involved the 2 closest passengers to us in the conversation in order to 'help' me get to the hospital the quickest way possible. He almost changed his own route home to make sure I was able to find my way:) In the end, I did make it (on time) and got off at the correct stop which was only one block away, but I sure enjoyed his effort when most Londoners choose to blissfully ignore one another.

Jet Lagged Baby

Yep - its 12:46am and Jake has been up for the past 2 hours eager to play...I guess I'm making progress...the last 2 nights he was ready for the day around 3am....anyway, I'm going to try again to get him to sleep and then hopefully I will get some too:)

White Rock

On our way back to London, we stopped in Vancouver to see Grandpa Larry, Grandma Joan and the Yahns (my aunt/uncle & cousins). The Yahns live in White Rock - funny enough there is actually a white rock on the beach... real or fake, I'm not sure, but had to get Jake in front of it for a picture:)


Jake dipping his toes into the Pacific....


We had a great time walking along Crescent Beach enjoying the sunshine!


Thanks for the hospitality, it made it hard to leave!

Good times

Just a few shots of Happy Jake getting spoiled in the arms of Auntie Jen, Grannie Annie and Daddy! The last few days Jake has had a cold so has not been quite so happy, but funny enough I didn't think to pull out the camera during one of his little meltdowns...maybe next time!

Every day Jake is changing and you can see his little mind taking everything in. We are all having so much fun watching him learn something brand new, even something as little as turning around to look up and bat those giant lashes at ya. No wonder its so hard to be mad at 2am when he wakes up instead of sleeping through.... what a flirt!

More pics will come probably next week when we are back in London. Unfortunately our time in Canada is wrapping up for another visit and our last few days are jammed packed with good friends and family, so no time for blogging!!