//I can’t really emphasize enough how disgusting the weather was last week. Cold, rainy, dreary. I bought tights so I could make my summer clothes work for the wintry weather and drank a lot of hot chocolate. It’s supposed to get nicer this week, so I guess it just means I got to enjoy a full range of seasonal weather during my summer visit. Still, the weather hasn’t been allowed to get in my way and this past week has been full of Paris adventures. // //One of my favorite things to do in Paris is just wandering, letting my feet roam across this city at will, turning down whatever beautiful street comes into view. I wandered under an umbrella a lot this week, but I didn’t hold back, using my precious days here to explore favorite old places and find new ones. I also did so much walking that I managed to throughly mess up a muscle in my leg. This really unique pain prompted some googling (which you should never ever ever do) and the conclusion that I was going to die of a blood clot. I’m serious guys — it was bad. There was a lot of panicked messaging with my mother, maybe even some tears, and dire declarations that I wanted to be buried in the dress I just bought. The pain is mostly gone this week, but I am not above hurling myself at the mercy of the French medical system if it comes back, something I know little about beyond my horrendous medical visit for my visa.//
//The walking, while it might make me lose a leg, has facilitated my other main activity: eating. I have basically decided to ignore any and all attempts at healthy living while here. Because do you see the golden buttery-ness of those pastries above? Resistance is futile. Also, cheese. All of it, all the time.// //Paris, and my favorite Parisians, make me so happy that this post will be boasting not just one, but two of the glee-induced double chin photos. Plus, on Saturday THE SUN CAME OUT and we spent the whole day out in the city.// //Yes, I am still getting excited about each and every primary color sighting. I cannot deny who I am. // //We wanted to see the new exhibit at the Petit Palais on Belle Époque Paris and the World’s Fair. Unfortunately, all advance tickets were sold out, and the wait for day-of tickets can take hours. That is, unless you are lucky enough to drag along your friend who just had knee surgery. One look at those crutches and we skipped the entire line. Yes, I am the worst.// //I stayed with my friend Emma the first week, but for the next two weeks I am staying in the apartment of the family that I nannied for when I last lived here. Last night I climbed up the back stairwell, all the way up to the floor where my tiny apartment was. There is just something about this view that will never get old to me, no matter how many times I post pictures of it or see it. It isn’t just that it is the perfect clichéd beauty of the Paris skyline at sunset. It is the fact that this view was the backdrop of a year where I was so happy, a year that helped me grow in so many ways, taught me so much about my self, and let a foreign city become home. In this view, there is an entire period of my life that I am blessed to revisit every time I see it.//
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramIn the home stretch of our last day of summer vacation before I go back to (part-time 🙌💃) work next week. Because Henry (and I- Etta is a love nugget who chills wherever) are both crazies who need more freedom than our little space allows, we have made it out every single scorching day to explore this city. It’s been hard and good and here’s what I’ve learned to survive hours out with two tiny people, primarily on foot: 1. Do not fear the heat and humidity. They are your allies, as they are akin to the womb and will knock your baby out so hard for the longest and best of stroller naps, before doing the same to your toddler when you arrive home. 2. You can’t control toddler emotions. You can purchase iced beverages and pretend like you have it together. 3. Bring enough snacks to constitute lunch. Start doling then our around 10am, progressive tapas style. This helps moods stay positive, and means your toddler does not need lunch upon getting home and can be hurled into Nap Land STAT. 4. Embrace any and all water. Splash pad, pool, puddle, neglected garden hose- ALL ARE GIFT. 5. Throw a big bag in the stroller. You start the day with a tidy diaper bag that contains multitudes, but when everyone is melting down and you have to break down the stroller, stow it in the car, get the baby in the carrier, store the scooter, climb the many steps, and get all the thousand things you tossed in the bottom of the stroller in- this is no time for order. 6. Just get the aerosol sunscreen. And the packaged veggie pouches. And the cheese sticks. Decide that you have nothing to prove and don’t waste time trying. 7. Leave early. Leave now. Don’t think- just GET OUT. 8. Remind yourself that the hard and the hauling and the sweating and the intense toddler negotiations all over this city are preferable to the same ordeals...condensed in a small apartment. And the hard parts fade in memory and only the good remains. #iamthiskindofmomIf you have a Henry, I hope you get an Etta. A baby to show you how much easier and quieter and calmer it can be. A baby willing to fill all the spare places and moments with sweetness and steady grace. And if you have an Etta, I pray you get a Henry. Not just to humble you, but to push you further than you ever thought you could go every single day. Love this duo.