- We changed diapers in the following places: Starbucks; the stroller; on the grass in a sunny spot overlooking the Thames and Tower Bridge; a few restaurant booths; on some steps outside Westminster Abbey after Evensong.
- I fell down the stairs in our rented apartment while trying to get downstairs to the bathroom. And proceeded to further embarrass myself by peeing a little in my pants. And proceeded to even further embarrass myself by blogging about it.
- I tripped and nearly fell down the stairs getting on the subway a mere 36 hours later.
- The second night the guys decided to have a gas-passing contest while watching a movie. Not sure who won that one, but I'm pretty sure the girls lost; we had to watch from the dining room. (Boys.)
- When we were just flying into Boston, Eden was sleeping very soundly in the seat next to me, but I had to pick her up for landing. She didn't even stir. I cradled her close and stared at her peaceful baby face, mouth slightly open in that beautiful triangle I fell in love with on the ultrasound before she was even born. Her sweet baby breath blew softly in my face, and I wanted to freeze the moment. Bryan came over to the seat next to me and put his arm around us and all I could think was thank you God for this little slice of perfection this side of eternity. If the entire trip had consisted of just that one moment I think it would have been a complete success.
I'll leave you with this beautiful picture of Eden that P took just before she got sprayed with water from the fountains behind her (another unpictured but hilarious moment):
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