Gesundheit

Rosie is sitting on my lap, eating her breakfast. She started making "choo" sounds so I faked a big sneeze, "A-choo." "I not sneezing, Mommy," she reproached.

Graham responded with his own "sneeze," only his was a product endorsement, "Coca Cola."

Basking in Barcelona

Jason and I did the impossible. We got on a plane without our children (unless you count the one that goes wherever I go) and spent two nights in Barcelona. The whispers in the schoolyard that I'm pregnant will soon no longer need verbal confirmation: chocolate croissants & tortilla de patate have done their damage.

A garden courtyard inside the Cathedral.

Another indoor courtyard. This one is at the MFM, Museu Frederic Mares, which displays swords from the weapon maker (who I had never heard of before).

The Sagrada Familia. Honestly, we debated whether or not to stand in line to see the interior of this incomplete building. And once we were inside, we still weren't sure it was worth it. But at least we won't ever have to say, "Why didn't we. . . ?"

Tim Burton and the set designers for Star Trek could walk away with a million ideas from this place.

Ilkley Moor

Autumn in England lends itself to LOTS of rain. When I'm already feeling less-than-energetic from the involuntary effort required to build a brand new person, the grey skies & chilly wetness don't help me feel any better. But last Saturday we had a pretty day & we finally hiked around Ilkley Moor. It felt good to be out.