Logan gets a haircut

Before...




...and after!

The incredible journey

Had a really fun week with Mum while Mark was in India and Singapore. We went on an epic walk to Crouch End (ok, it felt epic but it was actually only 2 miles. But there were hills, lots of hills!) - this is the view back up to the Broadway from our starting point.

Logan goes sliding

The first time he got on he shot down the slide, but sadly I didn't have the camera ready so instead I have a sequence of shots of Logan inching down the slide rather painfully. Ah well, still cute!

Muswell Hill in the snow

View from our front room



Muswell Hill Broadway



Why the buses aren't running...



The Broadway

Snow day!

This is what happens when Mark works from home...

Muswell Hill is snowed in - I'm sure when there was a blizzard at home when I was younger the buses didn't grind to a halt (even if the school boiler broke with alarming regularity). That's what I get for deserting the north east for the bright lights of the big city.

Snow pics to follow later for those of you on another continent.

Logan hearts kiddiccinos

This would be the vaguely amusing logan pic.

Logan finally got a haircut

There's this cool barbers in Muswell Hill, barbers is definitely the right word - it opened in 1906 and it's a walk-in place, no appointments and the cash goes in a box in the corner. Anyway, we couldn't get an appointment at the swanky kids' salon in Crouch End so we stopped by on the off chance we wouldn't have to book.

45 minutes later - Logan was surprisingly happy listening to the footy on the radio and watching the action - he was sat in the barber's chair, having his hair trimmed by the silver-haired Italian owner.

All went well until the comb snagged on a knot in his hair - I secretly suspect it was snot - but he didn't try to escape the chair or wriggle so much he got stabbed by the scissors, so I think we can call it a success. And he got a lolly for his trouble so he soon cheered up.

Even if he does look less like a surfer dude and more like someone who might nick your dinner money in the playground, at least he won't be mistaken for a girl any more!