Please god make it stop raining

It is the first day of July and the weather has been positively nutty today.  In equal parts it has been sunny, windy, and pouring rain.  As Eli said to me, "I don't care what you say; I won't miss this weather."  This was after we'd stopped underneath an awning to put the kids' coats on them because Tommy was f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g.  (Yes, still constantly spelling.)

Now that it's July, it starts to feel like a legitimate grievance, you know.  It's summer.  But, it's summer in London.  Sigh.

We went to St. James's Park today to look at the birds (impressive to see huge pelicans, but less impressive to see that many pigeons in one place) and to walk around and just sort of appreciate London.  We went into the National Gallery to look at Claude Monet's waterlilies (if I knew how to link to my old posts, I would direct you to the one about how Tommy learned about Monet in school) and on the way we went through the Van Gogh room and really, he's just amazing.  Anyway, it was empty for some strange reason so felt like a 15 minutes well spent even though Lulu kept calling to 'get down, get down!' from the buggy.  Then she figured out that the space had nice acoustics and we had to get out of there as not everybody thinks her happy birthday loop is as cute as we do.

If you happen to see her, make her say umbrella.  It's really cute:  'umbralala.'