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The Birthday Boy


Josh turned 3 recently.

Happy Birthday Josh!

Usually I try and take a nice photo (aka not with my iphone) of him on his actual birthday, but since we were busy going out for his birthday this year, that didn’t happen.

Oh well.

It’s only a few days later and today we had some free time, so I dug around the house and managed to find some water balloons.

I’m not really sure what I was going for, just that I was hoping I could manage to get a cute photo of him playing with them.

I think I did.



Tim came home while we were playing outside and Josh wanted to throw water balloons at Tim.

Much more fun than throwing them at a fence.

Until Tim decided to pop one over Josh’s head.

He wasn’t too happy about that.

But I think they’ve made up now.

Happy Birthday Josh.

We love you so much!


Hold The Mayo


Poor Tim.

I feel like we’ve been so busy these last few weeks, I really didn’t make any effort to celebrate Father’s Day. I think I even slept in while he got up with Josh.

So no breakfast in bed for Tim on Father’s Day.

We did make him cards though.


And I did make him lunch.

Does that count?

Cranberry sauce, rocket (or arugula in America), Brie and ham.

It doesn’t look that good in the photo, but trust me, it was a really good sandwich.


Tim always used to make fun of Americans, saying we are really into our sandwiches. When he first came to America, he had never heard of so many options for sandwich fillings. Avocado? That’s crazy!

Most sandwich options over here usually consist of some mixture of tuna and sweet corn (aka corn), always with mayonnaise, and always with butter.

Now that is something I will never get used to.

I also tried to redeem myself by making Tim some cookies last night which were so good.

The recipe is for Chocolate Oreo White Chocolate Chip Cookies and they are amazing.


I even saved some to give to these ladies who we picked up at Heathrow today.


Yes my mom and sister are here!

Well they were here, for about an hour, and now they are in Italy for a week before coming back to stay with us.

I can’t tell you how happy it made me seeing Josh recognise them at the airport and run to give them hugs.

It also made me happy to hear my sister say “guy it’s cold here!” when we were walking at the airport.

You people in California are just so soft.

But in all seriousness, I hope they have a great time in Italy though I’m anxious for them to get back.

I think Josh is too.