Accomodation found

On Monday our search for new place was finally over. After unsuccessfully searching in our current area, we decided to move a bit further away from London centre for six months. And while staying close to the underground station and big supermarket and paying lower rent than we would here, we’ll have time to weight our options, decide what is important to us and search for that perfect place. Current search was a bit of a failure partially due to us not having a set list of requirements, despite being very clear on what we don’t want. And it looks like agents work better with a list of wants.

I had lots of grand plans for what I can do now that I don’t have to spend most of my free time calling agents and looking at often totally unsuitable place. Sadly I managed to catch some type of intense 24 hour stomach bug. On Monday I was sick on the London underground while travelling to estate agent to put down the deposit. Probably not something I should be proud of, but what impressed me was that, while most people did the usual I-can’t-see-you tube trick, one young woman stopped to check that I was OK and was very persistent in making sure that I don’t require any further assistance. By mid Monday afternoon I was struggling to keep anything down including water. Last time I remember feeling that bad was after work Christmas Party 2004 and we consumed insane amounts of tequila that time. I was very happy to see Clive back home in the evening as I could give Cat to him and curl up under duvet. Clive was quick to point out that I felt extremely cold, not because it was significantly colder than previous few days, but because I was running mild fever. On Tuesday Clive took a day off work (Thanks Love!) and looked after Cat and me, while I mostly stayed in bed. And by the end of the day I felt much better and was able to eat again. Ironically three people emailed asking how I feel about having dinner with them on weekend. I really don’t want to think much about food at the moment.

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For Julia

Since Julia keeps on reminding me that my blog wasn’t updated for awhile, here is update on Cat.

She outgrew most of her 3-6 months clothes and some of 6-9 ones as well. While waiting for Real Estate appointment yesterday I had time to browse some of the charity shops at West Hampstead. And was pleasantly surprised to find some baby clothes in very good condition, so I got her some 9-12 months and 1-1 1/2 year tops. While my rational side understands the need to buy bigger clothes, emotionally I don’t feel ready for getting her clothes marked as 12 month/1 year. She can’t be that big! But if we run out of the right size outfits I can always leave her naked as she still doesn’t like putting on of clothes, but likes them being taken off. While she hates dressing up, she is in love with sucking and chewing on any clothes within her reach.

She likes being upright and tries very hard to lift herself up into vertical position from lying down and 45 degree one in the rocking chair. So I spend a lot of time on the floor with her lifting her up, helping her sit and lowering her down.

She is still not a big fan of tummy time, but started turning her upper body left and right while on her tummy to see what’s happening on the sides and to find her favourite toys. Once she spots them, she tries to sweep them closer to herself. So eventually she ends up with two-three toys under her chest/face. I also discovered that most of the time, while on her back, she can grab light rattles and teething beads by using trial and error method. But if I’m next to her she just stretches her arm upwards, opens her hand and waits for me to place the toy into it.

Clive pointed out that in a last week or so she learned to wiggle her toes independently of each other. Her fascinations for her own hands shifted to being mesmerized by her own legs/feet. She can now grab both her feet with corresponding hands at the same time and also grab right one with her left hand.

During the day, just before falling asleep, she likes practicing making sounds. She starts with very soft gggrrrr sound, which slowly gets louder and louder and transforms into very loud Aaaaaa. Then she starts varying the loudness and pitch/intonation. Eventually she stops, smiles and starts again with the very soft gggrrr. Very cute, but can get a bit irritating after awhile.

Yummy apple

Steve was carrying food. I was pushing the pram. And Clive was carrying Cat, who was all smiles and laughter. Four of us went to the local park to enjoy blue skies, sunshine and some pies. Cat kept on eyeing all our food.

So eventually I let her lick a tiny amount of the mushy apple from my apple tart. Yummy!

Elementary, my dear Watson

One thing I love about living in England is being able to see the places mentioned in the books, specially when those books were my childhood favourites. So today I decided to visit Sherlock Holmes Museum since I’m re-reading The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes at the moment. It is so tiny! I always imagined Sherlock's rooms to be cramped with various odd things, but much bigger than they are in reality. The English smallness still often catches me by surprise. As expected there were few Russians around. I wonder if Holmes is more popular and more loved there than he is in England. I wish I could re-watch Russian movies with Vasili Livanov as Sherlock Holmes. I can’t imagine him to be any different and therefore struggle to watch movie adaptations with any other actors no matter how good they are.

While I admire Holmes love for observation and logic, my favourite detective will always be Miss Marple. I adore her little English garden and constant tea drinking. Doesn’t it sound like a perfect way to spend ones elder years? (Joan Hickson was perfect in that role). I guess I should research if there are any Agatha Christie museums around.

The smallness of the museum was to my advantage as Cat seems to prefer outdoors and gets restless very fast inside. So after spending about 20 minutes in there I walked from Baker Street to St John’s Wood station via Regent’s Park. I’ve been to Regent’s Park numerous times, however I never been to that part of the park before. Why did I always walk from St John’s Wood station to Baker Street along Park Road instead of going through the park? Strange, very strange. The area on the left of the lake is beautiful, particularly on the warm sunny day like today (supposed to be 20 degrees!). The lake and the islands were teaming with the bird life and Cat was happy to watch flying, swimming, diving, mating birds. Sadly I could only identify doves, swans and ducks for her. The rest had to be labelled as “I think it’s a goose… it doesn’t look like a duck...”, “that looks like some type of stork… well it has long legs and neck, must be stork”. I think next time I’ll bring the camera along, take some pictures and with the help of Collins Bird Guide will try to figure out what are all those birds are exactly. Sounds like a perfect way to spend free time, maybe I can learn the names of most plants and flowers as well. I always wanted to do it, but there was never enough time. As mentioned Cat prefers to be outside, so in a way I’m forced to have time to study outdoors. Motherhood has its own advantages. I’m looking forward to the time when I finally get to play with a train set (one of my childhood dreams) and Meccano.

The official photographer

I’m a bit sad about having almost no photos with Cat and I together, especially because I’m the one she spends most of her time with. Cat and I visited Julia on Saturday, while Clive searched for new accommodation and our current flat was shown to the potential buyers. Julia took some very lovely photos of us two and Cat by herself. So I think I should appoint her as the official photographer to Empress Catherine the Great.

Cat loves being upright, all of the sudden she even likes being on her tummy – anything would do as long as it isn’t lying down on her back. I think both of us are looking forward to the time when she’ll be able to sit unaided. At the moment she can only do few seconds at the time.



Does she look to you like she is teething? Though she could be using her mouth to help herself stay upright.

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