It really is strange to be back. We went to the little park right by Luxembourg park. Maisie played around in the sand and ran around with other little French kids. It is strange that the last time we were in Paris, she couldn’t walk, but now she is exploring Paris at a whole new level. She loves the dogs (and they are everywhere). “Dognee!” I can’t really spell how she says it because she pronounces the first part (daw) right, then the rest is said through her nose. Pretty cute stuff. It actually sounds the exact same when she says daddy. I think she remembered Jeff and Katherine and Bjorn today. Especially Katherine and Bjorn. She had flirty eyes with Bjorn just like she used to and played and smiled at Katherine like the old days. It is so good to see old friends. We miss it. And by…

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…

I know that I haven’t written on my blog much. I always get a bit preoccupied with the family when I am around them! As you may or may not know, we are in Colorado right now. Here are some highlights from the trip so far! 1. People in Colorado are a bit strange. Sorry to all you of you people from Colorado!!! Don’t get me wrong, some people we have found to be very nice (and we even have a couple friends from Colorado), but the majority are just a bit on the weird side. So far, at two different stores, the workers followed me and my sister (and our two girls) around acting as though we were going to shoplift at any moment. I have also found that people are just not very friendly or up for random conversation. I am just not used to that. Wait…yes I…

Justin and I found this really cute little French Bakery/Café in Portland.  It is a great little place right on Division, around 47th or something.  It looks French, tastes French, and even the servers sort of act French!  The owners are French, so that definitely helps!  Here are some pictures we took outside the place.  Maisie was looking too cute to resist!

Tonight could have possibly been one of the most scary nights of my life. So we are living in a basement. And what do all basements have in common? Stairs. Stairs and a one year old don’t really mix. I found it out tonight. Don’t worry, there was no falling. Just almost falling. I went upstairs to throw something in the dryer real quick and had a quick chat with Carol (who owns the home). I thought I heard a little Maisie yell, but didn’t think much of it since Justin was downstairs with her. Well, about a minute later I open the door to go back downstairs and there she is, looking up at me, standing one step below me, with a long staircase below her. My heart began to race, then my mind began to race with all the things that COULD have happened if I was one…