After so many years (almost six!) Jim finally could celebrate the culmination of his hard work in the form of the Olympics! Mom arrived on the day of the opening ceremony and we all settled down to watch it on TV, even though it started way too late for our crowd and lasted way too long. It was a proud moment for everyone and we actually liked the controversial NHS scene of the opening ceremony.
The garden was amazing.
But the real excitement was the Olympics. We were lucky enough to get two tickets to go see the USA's women's basketball team play, so Jim and Evie hopped on the train and headed to the Olympic park. Being American and English (in spirit, at least), Evie was slightly confused about who she was rooting for, but eventually she decided to support Team GB. Luckily both countries have the same colors in their flags, so it was easy for her to be patriotic about both in her red, white and blue.
Having never had the opportunity to visit Jim's work before (construction site=no kids), Evie, I'm sure, thinks her Dad has the coolest job ever.
Smelling the flowers in Daddy's gardens:
And hiding in the grass (by the time I got there the grass had been trampled by picnickers, which was unexpected by the landscapers, but turned out to be really a nice touch....and very British to boot)!
Having a rest in the Great British Garden:
Tadpole pond:
Showing her team spirit:
Enjoying the "Henman Hill" style view of the Olympic events in the park.
And finally, the main event!
From what I hear, Evie's eyes had glazed over within two minutes of the game starting...
So back outside they went to fly their flags!
And to climb on artwork with huge signs in front of them stating that climbing on the artwork was not allowed (not pictured to protect the innocent. Evie can't read):
What a day!
Back at home, the rest of us waited in anticipation to hear about it all (and to also wrap ourselves up in flags, Olympics style):
A few days later it was my turn to visit the Olympic Park--for swimming! I, unlike Evie, have been on the park more times than I can count and saw it when it was just a pile of rubble. While I never could muster the enthusiasm and excitement about the construction site that it was, I was pretty excited to see it finished (finally)! And to get there, Jim took me through the rejuvenated Hackney Wick area, which is full of really funky art galleries and coffee shops. And random graffiti.
Despite my extreme jet lag, I managed to rally (somewhat):
And enjoyed the random acts of art along our walk from train to park:
A lot of thought went into the landscaping and design of the park--not least the benches. Here is one of 'Jim's' benches from Holland (if I remember correctly):
Victory!
While I'm proud to be an American, I'm not typically a flag waving one...but there is something about the Olympics that brings out the patriotic in a person (and I should note that I'm the only one in the family who stayed up long enough to cheer for the American athletes as they came into the stadium during the opening ceremony). There was no question, despite my lack of red white and blue outfit, which team I was cheering for!
Sorry, but the mascots were weird:
Evie isn't the only one who can't read, apparently:
Standing in Jim's garden with Jim's big, fancy solar powered, wind power generating halo lights in the back ground (and that DNA looking monstrosity):
The flowers really were spectacular:
At the main event, we saw Michael Phelps win his 19th-21st medals.
I enjoyed the close up view of the male swimmers through my binoculars:
Jim enjoyed the multicolored Olympic stadium at night:
We also had tickets to the women's marathon, which Jim graciously bowed out of so that Mom could go. Despite a torrential downpour and then a small mother/daughter spat during which I threatened to leave Mom in Green Park by herself (with Evie), we had a good time cheering for all of the amazing runners. The Americans weren't too shabby!
Summer in England is the best...even when it's raining. Who doesn't love sitting in green and white striped lawn chairs?
In fact, we were having freakishly good weather during the Olympics and beyond. It was sunny and warm(ish) and we took advantage of it by extending our forays into the outdoors at Kew Gardens.
Millie was fearless in the treetop walk, which gave the rest of us the heebie jeebies:
And later, a little grumpy and in need of a snuggle with her beloved Daddy:
There were some pretty spectacular birds wandering around Kew Gardens...
And a good time was had by all!
Mom has always been eager to take a boat down the Thames so finally, on her last visit, we did...and we brought some friends!
On the Hungerford Jubilee Bridge en route to the Southbank:
The boat arrives!
For some reason, Mom didn't sit with us....
Olympic rings hung from Tower Bridge. Seeing London from the Thames IS pretty cool!
When forced to sit in real seats, the best ones are always next to Lala. Then we got yelled at by the boat porter for taking too long to get off the boat with all of our strollers and kid gear.
In Greenwich, things were hopping. Our group gave the Greenwich scene five thumbs up!
Don't worry: that sign says you can't climb the art, but nothing about touching it.
After we wandered into a vintage clothing and accessories sale, the girls came out looking even lovelier:
But their beautiful headgear made Rufus a little uncomfortable:
And now some more Olympic Park Scenes for your viewing pleasure:
More pictures of the amazing halo lights! We have about 6000 different photographs of the halo lights in various stages of erection and weather on our computer.
