Let’s just start this off by saying that if you can avoid traveling overseas with a one year old, then do it. Ew and a half. It makes me feel gross just thinking about it. I wanted to drug Maisie up so bad, but I didn’t. Just a little baby Tylenol for her teeth that are popping through. The flight was gross. She screamed for a while (which is a first for her). The only thing that stopped her crying was nursing. Ouch. There is only so much a nursing woman (whose child is almost weaned) can take before she feels like her boobs are going to fall off right then and there. But it was either nurse to the point of numbness or let her scream and disturb all the sleeping people. So my nipples paid the price for the sake of all to sleep. All but me.
Paris is beautiful. It is weird being back. We both feel like we are home, but at the same time, we don’t seem to fit anymore. Like there isn’t a place for us. It feels strange.
The new no-smoking in restaurants law is actually working. Sort of. It is true that people aren’t smoking IN the restaurants, but people are all sitting outside smoking, with the windows wide open so all the smoke comes in anyways. I sat in a smoke free restaurant for lunch and left smelling like I had just smoked a pack myself.
We already went to Starbucks and it made me feel dirty. Why do we go to Starbucks when there are the best cafés here? Because we have friends that work there, that’s why!
We are feeling very jet-lagged right now, so I think we will go walk around Luxembourg park before they close for the night. By the way, to make all you Americans at home jealous…I ate the best chocolate croissants this morning! Maisie did too. She loved them.
That’s all for now!