Gemma and I both received tea pots for Christmas! I've liked tea for a long time, but there's something about adding that extra step between kettle and cup . . . instead of drinking a cup or so of tea a day, I end up drinking a pot or so. It's very fun. :) I would fit in quite well in Britain, I think!
Gemma's little tea set is ceramic, which means that one cup and saucer have already been shattered and a couple of the others super-glued, thanks to daddy. She gets it out and plays with it every day, and we just try to have her keep it in the carpeted areas to prevent more catastrophes.
She does like to actually drink tea, too! Several weeks ago, she had her first taste from a tea sampling I was enjoying in World Market. It was a fruity variety on black tea, and she asked for more! Not long afterward, I was sitting in bed with Ruthie and had forgotten about the pot of ginger tea on my night stand for so long that it had gone cold. Gemma was playing nearby, and when I finally paid attention to what she was doing, I realized that she was continually dipping her own little cup into my pot and drinking it (and spilling a fair amount, too!). Now, whenever we see a mug anywhere, Gemma confidently exclaims "TEA!"
Drinking tea at Grammy's house in New York . . .
Doesn't she look like a teenager?
Ruthie gave me her first smile the Sunday morning before last! It was January 27, and she was a month and a day old. A few evenings ago, we finally caught some smiles on camera. John was puffing air in her face with the giant bulb syringe from the hospital. ;)
Isn't she the cutest?
