A doesn't like Britain very much
Last time we came home, A got ill with a really nasty stomach bug, and then both families got struck down as well.
It took A weeks to recover fully - and we flew back to Boston completely exhausted.
So we couldn't quite believe it when A started throwing up on Tuesday ( we were staying with Aunty Jill and Uncle Rob in Oxford).
B was out at his medical job interview, and S had a wonderful time getting through no less than 3 pairs of outfits in one hour, while trying to ensure poor A didn't throw up on the furniture or carpets (the technique being to ensure your child vomits on your front).
In the end the only safe place seemed the bathtub, so that was where A sat until B came home.
We were due to go and stay in London with some friends who have a one-year old daughter, but we had to cancel because we couldn't risk infecting her. Instead as an emergency measure, we crashed at S's brother's place, staying on a blow-up mattress on the floor.
James lives in a very stylish, minimalist sort of flat, that looks like it might feature in Elle Deco.
Within 20 minutes of our arrival it looked like a bomb hit it, with 3 loads of laundry in process, bottles of soy formula and Tylenol everywhere, and numerous bags and a vomit-covered car-seat in the hallway.
We were so tired by this point, James did a great job of cooking us dinner and looking after us.
Then we got a call from one of S's best friends, to say she was in St George's Hospital having just delivered a baby boy - and we could not visit her either!
We had no choice but to take A to the American Embassy for our visa appointment the next day, but fortunately she slept through it, and we were rushed through instead of having the typical 4 hour wait.
A and S are now in Porthcawl until Sunday (phew) being looked after by S's parents.
A is now on the road to recovery, thankfully, but we can't help wondering whether this is our little dual citizen's way of telling us that she would really rather stay in the US of A.
It took A weeks to recover fully - and we flew back to Boston completely exhausted.
So we couldn't quite believe it when A started throwing up on Tuesday ( we were staying with Aunty Jill and Uncle Rob in Oxford).
B was out at his medical job interview, and S had a wonderful time getting through no less than 3 pairs of outfits in one hour, while trying to ensure poor A didn't throw up on the furniture or carpets (the technique being to ensure your child vomits on your front).
In the end the only safe place seemed the bathtub, so that was where A sat until B came home.
We were due to go and stay in London with some friends who have a one-year old daughter, but we had to cancel because we couldn't risk infecting her. Instead as an emergency measure, we crashed at S's brother's place, staying on a blow-up mattress on the floor.
James lives in a very stylish, minimalist sort of flat, that looks like it might feature in Elle Deco.
Within 20 minutes of our arrival it looked like a bomb hit it, with 3 loads of laundry in process, bottles of soy formula and Tylenol everywhere, and numerous bags and a vomit-covered car-seat in the hallway.
We were so tired by this point, James did a great job of cooking us dinner and looking after us.
Then we got a call from one of S's best friends, to say she was in St George's Hospital having just delivered a baby boy - and we could not visit her either!
We had no choice but to take A to the American Embassy for our visa appointment the next day, but fortunately she slept through it, and we were rushed through instead of having the typical 4 hour wait.
A and S are now in Porthcawl until Sunday (phew) being looked after by S's parents.
A is now on the road to recovery, thankfully, but we can't help wondering whether this is our little dual citizen's way of telling us that she would really rather stay in the US of A.
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