It's 9am...

and Tommy is standing at the front door wailing for his daddy. Why? Because Tommy wants to use his hammer on the oven buttons. When I told him no, he suggested that I "go away." His next creative solution is that I should go to work and he'll stay with Daddy. Then, he embarked on an apartment-wide search for Eli -- "Daddy? Daddy? Where are you? Oh, no...He's gone." (I will ask Eli if he allows Tommy to play with the oven buttons but am not expecting that he does.)

UPDATE: We went to the Kensington Gardens playground and I made a friend. She is from LA but has been in London for a long time. The best news is that she has a nanny three days per week who is looking for work two days per week!

On the way home from the park, we stopped at Waitrose which was a disaster. First, Tommy threw up because he'd eaten a bit of the wrapper from his granola bar and it was stuck in his throat. Then, as I was checking out, I looked over and he had tipped the buggy over. Lizzie was buckled in and neither were hurt, but jesus. So I had a stern talk with Tommy about jumping on the board. As we left and were crossing the street, Tommy tripped, so I sort of dragged him along, and while doing so stepped on his hand. YIKES.

But it hasn't been all bad today - here are pictures from getting dressed: