|Can we stay!? Can we stay!? Beautiful day in Barcelona!|
It has been a while since I have posted. I wrote a post last week entitled "the day that blew up in my face." It was a juicy one, and involved a meltdown and poo in unrelated incidents. I decided to let it be because I don't want this blog to be consumed with negative experiences because Paris is just different than home. And that makes life harder.
During our first month or so after arriving in October of 2010, it was all new and exciting. While Alex worked I took the kids to every monument and park I could manage. Luke's bike has been to the top of the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe! Then slowly the creek of magical Paris experiences started to run dry. The romantic Paris I had envisioned was replaced by the reality of living in a small space staying at home with two young children. And I feeling very GUILTY for complaining about living in Paris!!
|This is why we don't have any family photos. And I look like a hot mess.|
So...although I want to keep it real and talk about living as an American mom in Paris, I have to have a positive outlook. Life is not what happens to you, it's about what you DO with what happens to you.
|I never understood the fried egg gummy.|
|Can you find the parrot? Parrots in Barcelona make me happy. Although they would probably drive me crazy if I lived there.|
|My favorite part of the Barcelona soccer stadium tour, the tunnel the players take out onto the field.|
I'll end on a funny yet disturbing anecdote from last night. The kids and I are hanging out playing when Theo picks up a marker and very elegantly pretends to smoke it like a cigarette. He puts the marker to his lips and then pretends to blow smoke out with his tiny pursed lips. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!? File this one under, "you know you live in Paris when..."
A la prochaine!!