So, the Burtons arrived on Friday with their adorable baby daughter, Lilly, aged 8 months. Margot had been anticipating Baby Lilly's arrival for weeks and was totally stoked. She is a real sweetie and can produce more boogers than her body weight.
As soon as the Burtons arrived, we left for Edinburgh. They followed us. We took the bus to Luton Airport and got in the back of the long line to check-in. Owen proceeded to scream like I was sticking pins in him. After about five minutes of this, the counter person asked the family with the wailing child to please proceed to the front of the line. So, that worked out for us. The rest of the passengers looked really psyched. After we fed and calmed him down, we got on the plane. Owen managed to scream for the entire one hour flight - thank God it wasn't any longer. I looked like hell by the time it was over - and needed a stiff drink - darn that nursing.
We found our hotel, next to the Hooters strip club, in downtown Edinburgh. Actually, it was a really great hotel, just had a lot of ladies in stiletto heels with large silicone bosoms taking smoke breaks outside. Owen was agog. Anyway, with a 3-month-old, an 8-month-old and a 2-year-old, it was pretty crazy trying to get anything done: someone was always eating, nursing, pooping, fussing or sleeping. We managed to do about one thing per day and we all collapsed in bed by 9pm or so each night.
Edinburgh Castle was beautiful, and we had a surprisingly clear and pretty day to explore. We all wished we had read a little more Scottish history so we knew exactly what we were looking at. But, it was really cool anyway. We had fish-and-chips for dinner and passed out.
On Sunday, we walked through the Prince Street Gardens below the castle. The weather teetered between rain and torrential rain with sporadic sunshine. So, we'd walk a little, find shelter, walk a little more. We had fun at the playground, the guys climbed the Sir Walter Scott monument and then we hit a pub. We were quite a crew with four adults, three wee ones, a double stroller, bags of baby paraphernalia. Me, nursing on a bar stool. Lilly, eating some creamed baby food on another. We definitely made ourselves at home. After that, we visited the queen's palace in Edinburgh, Hollyrood Palace. It was really cool, but Owen and Lilly were pretty fussy. Oh, and we had to nurse again. I've exposed myself all over the United Kingdom at this point. On the way home, we passed a beer garden with a giant big screen TV showing the Arsenal-Chelsea match. We walked by. After Andy asked us about six times, "should we stop in for a quick one?" we got the hint and popped in for the end of the match. It was a tie, I think, giving Man United the Premiership title.
On Monday, we were too knackered to do anything so we took it easy. Plus, it took all morning to pack all the baby stuff. We flew back to London and Owen only screamed for part of the flight.
The Burtons hung around in London for a few more days. We visited the Imperial War Museum - very well done, but a tad depressing - and some more playgrounds. They did Westminster Abbey one day as well. On Thursday, they headed out to Vigo, Spain, to visit some friends. They were back on Sunday for Mother's Day (see next post for details on that) and then flew home on Tuesday.
Margot keeps asking when Baby Lilly is coming back. We had a great time with the Burtons - they can come back anytime.
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