the 7th of january was ben's 26-er. his favorite gift was this mysterious one that we got in the mail. no return address, just sent to "ben." no last name. no note. he was wary of taking it out of the package, but has snuggled with it ever since. well, that's not true, but he did let me hang the horse blanket on the wall for a few hours.
less blurry and more beautiful in real life.
ben wanted to go to the national gallery on his birthday. since it was cold, he put on thermals, a cotton shirt, wool sweater, thick cotton sweater, thick fleece, and rain shell. he really regretted it when we got inside and the cloakroom was full. despite his dripping, we had a great time rubbing shoulders with monet, rembrandt, seurat, vermeer, michelangelo, raphael, leonardo, van gogh...
a bad picture of the fountain in front
birthday boy (big ben is just to the left of his ear)
a monument of...somebody
front of the national gallery
lion statues. and a great part of the city.
we're not getting any better at the picture taking of selves. and sorry i only have hat now. hair will be back in a couple months (i hope).