Mummy, Duddy and potatoes

I told my husband last night that if he teaches our child to call me "Mummy" than he should be prepared to go through the next 20 years as "Duddy".


This morning I found potatoes in our garden, ones we had completley given up on! They're absolutley perfect too! I can't wait to try them! My garden now includes such culinary delights as Parsley and Potatoes. At what point can I stop going grocery shopping and just feed the family on these two items alone?

Hmmm...

If everytime my husband gets mad at me, he goes and does the dishes- then is it wrong to deliberatley try and make him mad?

8 months!

Woo Hoo! Today is my 8 month anniversary of moving to the UK. Wow. How fast it's gone.

This special occasion has been marked by the realization that I love cream. There just is nothing like it in the states and I'm starting to see that well, *sigh, it hurts to say this* it's better than Cool Whip. Blasphemy, I know. I'm sorry.

As well as the fact that today I unconciously replaced "trash can" with the British word "bin" and "floor" with "ground". Lord, soon I'll find myself talking in a strangely Dick Van Dyke-esque Cockney accent and referring to everyone I meet as "mate".

*sob* I don't want to be assimilated! But, they can never take away my "zee"! ZEE,ZEE,ZEE HAHAHA!!!

Sorry. Really, though. I love living here. It is a beautiful country, and I've been so welcomed by the people here. I feel at home. It's been an at times rocky 8 months, but I havent regretted it once, and every day it gets better. It makes me so happy to wake up each morning and walk outside and see the woods right across the street, the trees swaying in the breeze, to hear the birds calling, and to feel this incredible chill that just goes through your whole body and makes you feel so invigorated. It's amazing. I love seeing the kids laugh as they run across the big fields, or come up close and personal with sheep, or cows or just spot a squirrel running across the street.

I really love this country and I couldnt be luckier to live in this beautiful place, with an amazing husband, and my two happy well adjusted kids. I couldnt be happier to have made it this far and I'm looking forward to what the next 8 months hold and I'm thrilled to be bringing a child into this beautiful world. Hooray for 8 months!

Birth Lights

I love these! Can't wait to get a couple for the baby's room and ours!

http://www.birthwithsol.com/index.html

Seeing these made me realize how bright the lights in our house really are- it would be really nice to have a few of these for the birth.

I can't believe I'm going to have this baby here at home!

Whiling away the hours...

Some interesting reading today:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/

I suppose it's not the done thing to admit, but I like reading what A list celebrities have to say- so the blogs of John Cusack and Alec Baldwin as well as various other actors and politicians are enlightening.

And if you haven't had your daily dose of Political Satire via Jon Stewart yet, or like me- don't get Comedy Central as one of Britain's 4 viewable terrestrial channels, here's that link, too. Enjoy! http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_daily_show/index.jhtml

I'm off to make a grilled cheese sandwich.

And so it begins...

The landlord decided to come over tomorrow to inspect the house before we renew our lease for another year. My husband of course saw no reason why this would be a problem two weeks after Christmas and agreed that yes, that'd be a great time- while you're at it why don't you come over at 9 AM? Who tells their landlord that Sunday at 9am two weeks after Christmas would be a great time to come and inspect the house? Someone who isn't 6 months pregnant and won't be responsible for cleaning the entire house and taking down all the bloody decorations, that's who.

So, it's no wonder that on Saturday at 2 pm, only half the kitchen is clean, the hallway is clean but full of boxes of ornaments and other decorations, the upstairs is a disaster zone, and the living room has an undecorated brownish green 6ft pine tree in the corner and bits of bubble wrap, tissue paper and pine needles strewn all over.

I have effectively decided that tomorrow I'm going to be deathly ill and spending the day in bed. And if the landlord still wants to come over- he can take down the garland and vaccuum up the pine needles while he's here.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. My name is Erin, I live in Southern England with my husband and 2 kids. I'm originally from Phoenix, Arizona and have been here 8 months. I'm currently pregnant with our 3rd, due in late March.

Like most blogs- I'll probably use this space to talk about everyday events and musings, and my life here in the UK, and how it differs from the states. Enjoy.

Please be aware that all posts are posted using UK time which is approx. 5 hours ahead of EST.