My brother recently left a comment that he and his wife Anita got a factoid book about the Eiffel Tower and originally the French did not love it and wanted it torn down.
Well thank heavens they didn't , because if they had, they wouldn't have seen this girl walking the streets a few weeks ago.My mom sent her the Fancy Nancy Dress to complete her outfit and she couldn't wait to wear it. Where you ask. Straight to the top of the Tower. She even wore the heels during all the walking. Now, that is one tough cookie. Needless to say, not much makes Parisian's smile, but if you see this coming at you, you just can't help yourself.
She needed a bit of loving at the top, but after that she was all smiles.
The view from the top is blurry because it was so windy and cold that I just couldn't get a good shot. So this is my thank you to the French for not tearing it down. You made a little girl very happy. So happy in fact that she has requested to have her birthday tea there!!!
Where was Aidan? At home getting some one on one time with dad.
As an ending note, Pretty was a bit shocked that I spelled out the F word on the blog. He said, "maybe you could have put F$#%." Really? This coming from a guy who drops a jar of pickles and when it breaks a tidal wave of swear words come sailing out of his mouth as if he had been on the high seas with the other Sailors of the world his whole life.
Yes, I'm still grumpy.
When I went to pick up Aidan today I found him crying, curled up in the corner on his blanket. Huge lump in my throat, but she assured me (I think, that he did good up to that point).
Things I've tried:
Cappuccino...nope didn't do the trick
Bag of chips...no again.
Avoiding public transportation today...no, it just got me 13,000+ steps on my pedometer and a pair of sore feet.
On the upside of that the kids are so worn out that they were in bed before 8:00. Maybe not such a bad plan after all?