My solo weekend with the kids was surprisingly enjoyable. Both Lucien and Camille were calm and well-behaved, which is further proof of my theory that Alex makes them crazy. I've started to gather empirical evidence for this theory -- such as how he gets the kids whipped into a frenzy, then goes to take a nice long shower while I peel them, screeching like howler monkeys, off the ceiling.
Coco's in a horrifying pattern of waking every morning at 5:30 a.m. The only bright side is we're up and ready to take on the city before most of its residents have even gone to bed. On Saturday morning, I took the kids to the park with a bag of pastries for breakfast at the sandboxes. The only other people in the park were a group of drunk middle-aged men still in their Friday night clothes, swigging from bottles and arguing amongst themselves about things only drunk middle-aged men can understand. Occasionally one of them laid down on the ground and took a nap. We stepped over them a few times, no big whoop, just life in the big city. In related news....yum.... sandy croissants.
On Sunday, we ate ice cream in the morning. (it was Berthillon on Ile St. Louis so that makes it OK.) We eventually ended up in front of Hotel de Ville, where there was a celebration commemorating V-E Day, the end of World War II in Europe. There were tents and events and demonstrations showcasing Europeans of every ilk.
Nothing says "I'm glad the war is over" like potters from Poland.
Coco is a happy, fun little girl but lately we've been seeing glimpses of a scary beast, most likely a preview of what's to come. She's also a music fanatic; as soon as she hears a few bars, she's on her feet "dancing" (she's the only one who thinks it's dancing, the rest of us know it's just wobbling around like E.T.) I was therefore happy to see a band setting up onstage in front of the Hotel de Ville. It would keep her happy, which is a very good thing to all those around her.
The band was a group of German high school kids. I think it's nice they invited the Germans to the World War II party:
I also like this guy, who was their band leader. Is that an ascot? I hope it's an ascot, but I fear it may just be a jaunty handkerchief --
The German high school students were very cute, very nervous, and very bad. It was soon apparent that not only is Coco a music fanatic, she is also a music critic. The beast in her was not pleased; she felt no desire to E.T. to that music. Soon "the glare" emerged and her fist clenched so I wheeled her away quickly before she could devour any townspeople.
Stop squeaking that damn clarinet or the dude with the jaunty hankie gets a punch in the throat
After the hasty retreat, we went for Coco's first ride on the carousel. She liked it. The savage beast was soothed, and the people were glad. Well, everyone but me, that is, because I had to ride with her and carousels make me want to hurl on the nearest festively painted animal.
Ima let everybody live today!
A swing band started to play as we were leaving. They were better than those poor nervous German kids. Their first number was a swing version of "Flashdance: What a Feeling." I thought it was a nice choice. World War II is over? What a feeling!
That was my crappy and inadequate summary of our weekend. Alex enjoyed Venice but is apparently allergic to the city. His allergies were awful there, worse than they've been in years. We figure he must be allergic to either mold or pigeons. Or sexy Italian men.
If you have a minute, send some positive thoughts to my dad, David. He had an operation yesterday and we're waiting anxiously to see if it gets him walking again. He's had a year full of debilitating pain. He deserves better, because Dave's a good guy and a really good dad.
It sucks to live so far away.
Nothing says "peace" like Polish potters,