We had fun Memaw! On her last day here we visited the Eiffel Tour and had a picnic Paris style.
But sadly, we had to take her to the airport.
Pretty, tried to dry my tears by taking us out for the day, seeing as we had a car. It was a beautiful day in Paris so we headed out to Ferme de Gally. This is a farm where you can pick all your own produce...amazing. Fresh air, open space and no stroller hockey is a good thing for a woman.
I'm rethinking the stroller in Paris and now I think I would like to trade it in for one of these.So, we are back to life as normal. Which is not so normal, but it is ours for a while. When we moved here everyone said that around six months you would hit a wall. To which I silently said, "No not me".
Well folks here is the wall and I'm smack dab in the middle of it.
I got the feeling they were trying to cover something up...
This was the building across the street and it just struck me as funny. Any who, I feel more like the "boobs" for all to see rather than the modest statues trying to cover up.
This little guy brought me to tears today and I can officially say I have hit the wall (complete with bare bottoms and half covered breasts).
He looks sweet enough (and on most days he is), but today he reduced me to tears in the middle of our garage. Lately, he refuses to get in the stroller and today was no different except that there was no back up to help actually get him in the stroller and I had just gotten off a completely frustrating 45 minute call with Dell (case number, what case? We have no case number for you.)...death to Dell! A woman can only handle so much.
So what did I do whilst my son was barefoot, holding on to the handle of a car that was not ours screaming?
First I called Pretty just to let him know how miserable I was. Why? I'm not sure, I just felt that he should go down with me. Sorry. Second I called Katy. Again, not sure. Just felt the need to share my misery. Sorry again.
It's kind of like drunk dialing, but sadly you are completely sober.
So I finally get him in the stroller, screaming and all, but that's okay, because we were both going down the street crying so we looked like the Americans gone mad in Paris.
Of course, we were late picking up Jaylee. That point was driven home as I turn the corner and she and the after school lady are standing in the alley.
I would also like to mention that today, when I dropped her off, her very sweet teacher (I'm not even kidding, she is very sweet) says, "We were playing a game on Friday and I noticed that Jaylee doesn't know how to throw dice. Do you all play games at home?"
To which I am thinking, "No, but her grandmother lives in Vegas, does video poker count?"
I am telling you people I really thought I was a better parent when I didn't talk to Jaylee's teacher (except to go shopping or meet for a Mojito (or 2 or 3).
So, now we have to get a family game night going and teach her how to hold a pencil.
I'm thinking of a new dice game, it goes something like this...
Throw dice over the balcony and duck, a little city humor.