It's Day 2 in Paris -- and that means breakfast!
While Daddy goes off to put in a day at the office, Mommy and Miles take a spin through the legendary Jardins de Luxembourg--perhaps the finest spot to push a stroller in the whole world.
The whole family goes out for a pleasant dinner on an outdoor terrace, but Miles has other ideas. Mom and Dad eat their courses in shifts, passing each other only to hand off a wailing child. We'll blame it on jetlag and try again tomorrow.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Miles, Meet Paris
We were all pretty wiped out after the long journey, but our little lad still took Paris by storm. We settled into a splendid apartment in the 6th Arrondisement, right across the street from the St. Sulpice church (encased in scaffolding, but anciently majestic nonetheless). After a hard-earned nap that consumed most of the afternoon, we took a stroll down to the Seine via the Institut de France, discovered our new favorite Italo-Parisian restaurant (La Bocca della Verita), and watched the world go by at Cafe de Flore.
We returned to the apartment to discover that Miles had no intention of sleeping simply because it happened to be dark out. Not for the last time on our trip, he decided to extend the party into the wee hours.
We returned to the apartment to discover that Miles had no intention of sleeping simply because it happened to be dark out. Not for the last time on our trip, he decided to extend the party into the wee hours.
Flight of the Muffinhead
Well, we're more than a little bit behind on our blogging duties... our European vacation is turning into quite an adventure. But all in good time. There's no better place to start than the beginning--with Miles' first transoceanic flight.
He didn't seem to get the memo about traveling light, though.
When we took a look at all the bundled baby gear piled up on the curb at Sea-Tac, we knew that our adventure in France would be supported by a logistical train worthy of D-Day.
Miles was ready and eager for takeoff.
He had a fine time all the way from Seattle to New York.
But it couldn't be that easy, could it? No, it couldn't. The next flight was a trial. Our fully loaded plane sat on the tarmac at JFK for three hours (for no particular reason), while our delicately balanced little Muffinhead began to unravel. By the time the flight finally got underway, we had thoroughly exhausted our various amusement techniques, leaving seven hours of pretty much incessant bouncing, feeding and consoling before we touched down at Charles de Gaulle airport, to the relief of ourselves and our fellow passengers alike.
On the bright side, Miles showed a flirtatious side on the flight that he has subsequently retained in Europe. Occasional meltdowns aside, he likes making eye contact with strangers and is quick with a winning smile. Naturally, he makes a lot of friends this way.
When the flight was over, as we were making the obligatory apologies to our neighbors, several of them (no doubt charmed by Miles' antics) assured us that he did great. I'm not sure how they missed the six hours of crying, squirming and screaming.... but if they did, then they did great too.
We found that packing for a trip with a baby was an epic task. Fortunately, Miles pitched in to help.
He didn't seem to get the memo about traveling light, though.
When we took a look at all the bundled baby gear piled up on the curb at Sea-Tac, we knew that our adventure in France would be supported by a logistical train worthy of D-Day.
Miles was ready and eager for takeoff.
He had a fine time all the way from Seattle to New York.
But it couldn't be that easy, could it? No, it couldn't. The next flight was a trial. Our fully loaded plane sat on the tarmac at JFK for three hours (for no particular reason), while our delicately balanced little Muffinhead began to unravel. By the time the flight finally got underway, we had thoroughly exhausted our various amusement techniques, leaving seven hours of pretty much incessant bouncing, feeding and consoling before we touched down at Charles de Gaulle airport, to the relief of ourselves and our fellow passengers alike.
On the bright side, Miles showed a flirtatious side on the flight that he has subsequently retained in Europe. Occasional meltdowns aside, he likes making eye contact with strangers and is quick with a winning smile. Naturally, he makes a lot of friends this way.
When the flight was over, as we were making the obligatory apologies to our neighbors, several of them (no doubt charmed by Miles' antics) assured us that he did great. I'm not sure how they missed the six hours of crying, squirming and screaming.... but if they did, then they did great too.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
GoMommyGo!
On Sunday, Lisa participated in her first sprint triathlon as a mom, Mercer Island's legendary "Escape From the Rock". She joined with fellow new moms Jenny and Sarah (whom she met through the "Listening Moms" support group at Swedish Hospital), to form a team called "GoMommyGo!"
With Sarah taking on the 1/2 mile swim, Lisa powering through the 12 mile bicycle leg, and Jenny anchoring with the 2 1/2 mile run, "Go Mommy Go" posted a stunning second-place finish among all women's relay teams.
Let's hear it for the moms!
It's 8 a.m. Do you know where your mommy is?
Testing the waters.
Game face on.
Lisa rounding the final turn.
Glad that's over.
Jenny on the home stretch.
GoMommyGo!
The Moms and their Fan Club
(L-R) Miles, Lisa, Nicolas, Sarah, Annie, Jenny and Jackson
Trying on the medal.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Catching Up with Mr. Miles (August Edition)
A visit from Cousin Merethe from Norway.
Sending in the clowns.
Bargling in the Rainforest with Monkey.
Finger-lickin' good.
Yams.
Yawns.
At the Ballard Sunday Market (with Official Shopping Hat).
Practicing for spelling bee.
First boat trip on Lake Washington.
Floor exercise.Thursday, August 30, 2007
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