Tuesday mornings are cool...

This morning we could have still been in Barrington as the usual morning madness ensued....

Owen whining about everything and then spilling his bowl of cocoa pops all over himself, the table, the bench and the floor. Jack reminding everyone that he is "the best" because he "never spills" and telling Owen "you are in so much trouble."
Kate, feeling sorry for Owen, begins to cry with her head on the table. She then kept patting Owen on the back telling him, "don't cry Owen." But then she slips from the bench nearly hitting her head on the very cold hard tile which prompts an even louder and more shrill cry from her.

The morning continued on a real positive note when my request to get dressed was met with a resounding, "NO." Today is a full uniform day so this already takes more time and effort. Gray trousers, white button down shirts, ties, jumpers (sweaters), coats, gray socks, let's go! I did not have time (or energy) to fight with the boys to get dressed as it was approaching 8:00 a.m. and we walk out of the house usually at 8:05 a.m. Kate, naturally, put up the biggest fight to get dressed. After successfully pinning her to the ground to change her quite full diaper and get some clothes on her, we were out the door - Mom in a full sweat - at 8:07 a.m.

Then I was reminded that we are in London and how absolutely magnificent it is.

As we walked along Nugent Place (affectionately referred to as Ted Nugent Place by John) towards Abercorn Place we could hear the "clip-clop-clip-clop-clip-clop" of the horses. The Kings Troop, Royal Horse Artillery, which has a barracks in St. Johns Wood, regularly exercises their horses. This is what we are fortunate to witness every Tuesday morning on our way to school. Kate stood at the side of the road frantically waving Dollie at the guards, "Good morning! Hello!" Jack stood at attention saluting the guards - it looked like he was blocking the sun from his eyes so I don't think the guards realized what he was doing. And finally, Owen. He noticed the great big sharp swords hanging from the saddles and asked, "Mom, do those soldiers use their swords against bad guys?" Suddenly the morning was not so crazy and ordinary after all....I laughed and smiled and delivered the boys to school on time and with a really great memory.

I'll try to remember my camera next week.