Relative calm - part 4

All is fine and dandy in our flat.  Sophie is playing with all the teddy bears we have in the place - putting them to bed.  And Aidan is dreaming of milk, black and white pictures or reflections of himself in the mirror.

But three hours ago, at London Bridge, when we left Matt and Liz to go on a ghost tour, and we set off to take Aidan and Sophie home, it was a different story.  Aidan decided to let the whole of the South Bank know he wasn't happy. He was off schedule and wanted his bath.  Right there and then.

Erin found a spot away from the busker who only knew Oasis and Beatles numbers and slowly but surely eased him.  When he calmed down, we all did.  And we were doing well with our new 2.4 children until Sophie asked where her mommy and daddy were.  Erin and I looked at each other and told her they'd be home later.  It was worrying until The Tickle Monster game started.  For this, all you have to do is say tickle tickle then giggle.  It was a perfect deflection. But it went on and on and on and on.  And on.  The only break came during a stressful time getting on the bus to the London Eye when Aidan was screaming for something we still don't know why.  With two other screaming babies on the bus we felt relieved.  But not sure what the other passengers felt.

More tickling on the second bus and we got home.

Aidan has slept ever since. Sophie has introduced us to the world of Dora the Explorer, eaten our pizza and drunk our juice, and exhausted our supply of cuddly toys.

I don't know about jet lag but I'm tired.