Gilberts' Fridge

It's Official...

Dylan is an American citizen. Although Martin keeps reminding me that he is equally British. I'm so happy that his birth has been registered and his passport is on its way. I've applied for his social security card as well, though that will take a bit longer to come than his passport.

Our trip to London was good. We had a lovely drive down, with a stop for a picnic and beautiful weather and clear roads all the way down. We checked into our hotel which was pleasantly surprising considering how cheap it was. We drove to the nearest Tube station and got it in to London. We wandered around the National Gallery (I saw Van Gogh's "Sunflowers," the real one!) and had dinner in China Town at the Wong Kei. Then we got the tube back and got Dylan put in to bed. He slept the whole night and we got an early start the next morning.

Unfortunately, this is where the smooth sailing ended. We were driving to the Tube station when we ran into some bad traffic on the M1. A journey which should have taken us about 15 minutes took us nearly 2 hours instead as our exit was closed. We started out on the east side of London, and ended going in on the west side. Nightmare. So we didn't have much time before our 2:30 appointment at the Embassy. Then, once we were in, it took us another 2 1/2 hours of mostly sitting and waiting. But getting out of London was fast and the drive home was mostly uneventful.

Dylan had another good night, once he actually went to sleep. I was going to sleep in with him, but we got a call from the carpet fitters asking us if they could do our carpet today instead of Wednesday. I said yes, if they could help me move a little furniture. So our carpet got done a day early and Martin had a nice surprise when he got home from work.

So we've had a few really good days. Dylan is an American now and will have his passport in about three weeks, and our living room is finished except for the bookshelf and the cabinet for our electrics that Grandad Gilbert is building. It looks so good. Thanks mom and dad for the Christmas cash which paid for just about half of the expense. I'll think of you every time I walk on my beautiful, squishy carpet.

The closer to done the house is, the closer we are to moving home.