So I told Tate that babies say "Goo Goo Ga Ga" and now occasionally he will be in the buggy and start saying it. We ask him if he is a baby and he replies with "Goo Goo Ga Ga". It is JUST as funny as when my little brother Andy did it when he was 3.
Paul is in Germany for the week while Tate and I are still in London. It wouldn't be too bad, except that Paul filled our schedule with home showings, forgetting that we need time to eat, and that Tate needs a break. IT SUCKED.
Fortunately, I cleared a big portion of the itinerary and I think tomorrow we will either go check out the Waldorf School (haven't found it yet!) or go to the used bookstore where I already scored 3 chick lit books for £4=$8!! They had a great selection of kids books and I don't think they have been read yet--it is more like a book outlet store (excess copies for cheap) than a used book store and we are SOOOO tired of the same bedtime stories over and over.
Pics to come--I promise!! We packed the cord in the 2 week shipment....