He'd fare well in a Nudist Colony

Since the boys have been going at each other starting at 6am, we decided to give them a break from each other and split up today. Josh & Hyatt told me to take Hayden and go explore London's neighborhoods, do some shopping, & enjoy myself, since he's so little and doesn't care what he sees.

We switched hotels earlier this week to be closer to Josh's work and explore a new area of London. We're staying at the Covent Garden Hotel in Covent Garden. It borders SoHo and the Theatre district and is a lot like our home neighborhood of the West Village. LOVE it. The hotel reminds me a lot of The Chateau Marmont in L.A. and is very cute, laid back chic, quiet, quaint. John Cleese is staying here as well. Celeb sighting for January, Check! I don't know how I manage to see all these celebs, even outside the U.S. Hayden and I roamed the area checking out the Covent Garden Market, the London Transportation Museum (very briefly), some kid stores, some grown up stores, and equally sharing the sheer joy of walking cobblestone streets.

In the afternoon we met back up with Jasper and Hyatt at Coram's Field, a 7 acre playground and park for kids with indoor playrooms as well. The perfect place on a cold day.

In the middle of playing, Jasper started hopping up & down announcing he had to poop. I walked him to the bathroom knowing before we even got there that a battle was likely to ensue the moment we got in the stall. See, Jasper is a Naked-in-a-Blackout Pooper. He likes to be completely naked and in the dark to go poop. Really, if he could be naked all day he'd be happy. Can't blame him. Sometimes it's so much more comfortable to let it all hang out. Due to this pooping preference, he will hold it all day and then usually have to poop as soon as he gets home from school. That and he hates toilet paper and there aren't flushable wipes at school either. A travesty. He's really good at holding it, but once he exploded on his bedroom floor, so when he says he has to go it's usually at the point where he can't hold it anymore and we know we're on borrowed time. As we entered the public bathroom stall he began to strip and I stopped him and reminded him that being naked at home is fine but not in public; it's cold, there are germs, and its just not appropriate. Of course he freaked, yelled at me, threw a shoe, refused to go, and went running out of the bathroom to tattle to his Mommy about the horrible injustice. She of course told him the same thing I did. We bee-lined it to the hotel and he bee-lined it to the "loo".

As he rushed in he at least had time to leave us with a parting gift:
"I'm going to poop now so talk to the imaginary Jasper."