Wonderful Windsor

We took the kids out of school on Thursday and drove up to Windsor for a fun-filled, family adventure.  We started out at Legoland theme park, which I think was the family-friendliest place we've ever visited in Britain.  We had an excellent time...

Can you spot the real baby?

Although she was too small to ride any of the rides, Lili enjoyed herself plenty.  She reminds me so much of Emma as a baby in that she requires half the amount of sleep that other "normal" babies seem to need and she enjoys activity, changes of scenery and constant stimulation.  Legoland pushed all of her buttons, and she was a very happy camper there.  (Today we are back at our boring old house, and she is not impressed.)

As lovely as Windsor was, I am ever so glad that we only stayed over for one night.  Sleep-fighting Lili kept me up most of the night with her antics.  I'm sure that since we were in a different place, she was all out of sorts and decided that waking up every twenty minutes was the best way to ensure that she didn't miss out on anything exciting.  At one point in the wee hours, I dreamed that I was crying and telling anyone who would listen how tired I was... at least, I think that was just a dream.

On Friday we went into Windsor and visited the castle there, which has been an "official residence of the Sovereign for over 900 years."  It was beautiful and impressive.  We weren't allowed any photographs inside, but the grounds and exterior were just as spectacular.

Lili tried to become a part of the attraction by happily shrieking at the top of her lungs throughout our tour of the castle.   She has earned herself the nickname "MJ" since she sounds like the queen of the monkey jungle.  She is desperate to communicate with us, and I suppose this does the trick because a noisy scream ALWAYS attracts the attention of someone. 

Emma took copious notes the entire time we were in the castle to the point that I think she missed a good bit of the castle itself.  She had her nose in her writings the entire time.  If anyone asks Emma about Windsor castle during the Victorian era, expect to get an earful.  (On second thought, ask Emma about practically anything, and you'll get an earful.)

 

All in all it was a wonderful, albeit tiring, getaway.  And we are back at home just in time for the rainy weekend.  Time to get caught up on laundry and continue with the house clear out.  I am savoring these last few weeks and will indeed try to squeeze in a few more British days out! 

Pip pip Cheerio!