London Here We Come

The Way There
Well, in actual fact, by the time I am writing this post we have been to London and come back already. In fact we've practically recovered from it ...

The flight there was certainly eventful. We were worried that Dovid would get excruciatingly bored on the flight, so we took some toys with for him to play with on the flight. He had other ideas about entertaining himself... like flinging his dummy into some poor guys unsuspecting lap ... and throwing his rice down the seat in front of him (yes, there was someone sitting there!) Well that kept him occupied for about 10 minutes...

Glasgow

With Brocha Smith (4 months) in Glasgow. Dovid found his younger cousin fascinating. Especially her eyes... He kept stealing her dummies, and once almost took a swig from her bottle (shh! don't tell Yoel or Chaya Meryl). He was really sweet with her, and would go and give her toys to play with.

Brocha with her proud Daddy!

When you don't have your toys with you, improvise!

Dovid with his proud Daddy!

Our 'luggage' on the trolley in Glasgow Prestwick airport. (Brocha's in the car seat) Funnily enough, Dovid much prefered being squashed into the top of the trolley than sitting comfortably in his buggy, well, if it works... B'h Dovid enjoyed the flights to and from Glasgow much more than the flight to London. On the way there he had his 'own' seat (there was a spare one) and he sat and played with his toys and looked out the window.

Back in London

Back in London, Dovid discovered the best toys in the bathtub - netilayas yedayim cups! He happily spent a half hour pouring the water from one cup to the other, and onto the bathroom floor and Mummy. Oh and bathwater makes a tasty drink...

With an adoring audience, Dovid became a little performer (well actually he was the star peformer). He fed Pinchas (where did the matza go?). He would laugh, giggle and make funny faces all to catch someone's attention. In the morning he would crawl up the stairs and barge into his favorite babysitters' bedroom (which was actually the middle of the night for them - sorry!) and would cry miserably when he was taken out.

... And Back

We thought the flight on the way there was bad... well, that was until the way back. We took a night flight and Dovid slept all of 20 minutes the entire travel time from when we left Hendon until we got into the sherut at Ben Gurion, and it wasn't because he wasn't tired. So what did he do the entire trip? Well some of the time he spent crawling up and down the isle (yes, it was singular!), some of the time playing (aka showing off) with the girls sitting behind us (b'h they were so nice and didn't complain), some of the time pulling the guy-in-front's hair and most of the time miserable because he was overtired but he couldn't fall asleep.