Thursday, July 05, 2007
In his Cage
We have to put the boy in his playpen every now and then so we can do something. Michael doesn't really care for it. He tries to climb up the side to look at us, but usually he stops in the middle and looks at us longingly through the mesh windows.
And then he eats the mesh windows.
Recently, Phuong was letting him play near the vacuum, the Rowenta Dymbo, so she could eat and he was pressing the on/off button but couldn't depress it completely to turn it on. It would rev up just a bit every time he touched it but not too loudly. Then he turned the stupid thing on completely, and it was really loud. He started bawling and Phuong said when she tried to pick him up, he was trembling.
That is the end (hopefully) of a bad run of luck for the boy. This morning, I was playing a game with him that he likes where I click my teeth real fast. Then he stuck his miniature little pinky finger in my mouth and I bit it. He cried like the little baby he is. Before lunch today, he had an attack of separation anxiety when we left and bawled for us to hug him goodbye. Two days ago, he fell off the couch and did a faceplant on the parquet. Then during his bath, he burned his little midget hand on a stream of hot water. He's really hastening his development!
Tomorrow is our 5th anniversary so I took today and tomorrow off. To celebrate, we went this morning to the Arc de Triomphe and for a walk down the Champs Elysees. It was really nice to get away from the daily grind of life and remind ourselves that pretty Paris is right next door. Phuong dressed up really cute. Me not so much.
We bought our tickets to climb the tower and Phuong realized she was wearing heels. 283 steps later, her feet weren't feeling so good. But at least it was probably 60 degrees out so we weren't at all sweaty. We went up and took some great pictures of us atop the Arc.
By the time we got down, Phuong's feet were on their last legs. Somehow she made it over to Lancel to look at handbags. The crazy woman followed us around the entire time guarding her commission that was never to come. P could only make it to the George V stop and we headed home to change shoes and have lunch.
We had a recommendation from someone about a good restaurant near us, Au Petit Marguery on Blvd. Port Royal (http://www.petitmarguery.fr/). So we went. And it was delicious. We both got the menu, but Phuong shirked the dessert. Mistake. For starters, Phuong got ravioles stuffed with the shellfish coquilles de Saint Jacques and cheeses in a light bisque style sauce but not nearly as overpowering as the kind you get in Boston. I had some and it was delicious. I had foie gras, a staple of my Parisian restaurant diet. Nothing like buttery liver. Phuong got a quarter (leg and thigh) of duck. It was in a light cream sauce and really delicious. But it was probably cooked to medium at best, true to the French style, and Phuong had some qualms about eating it due to breastfeeding concerns. I got "Noisettes d'agneau" little lamb nuggets also cooked to american 'medium'. Normally in France, lamb has an incredibly strong meaty flavor, but this lamb was delicious. You could still taste the lamb flavor but it wasn't overpowering. The vegetables I had, broccoli and green beans were also well cooked. Typically the French leave the meats undercooked and really overcook the vegetables (to a mush) by our standards. But this place cooked the vegetables really well. They still had their natural color, texture and flavor while being thoroughly cooked. What more can you ask for? I finished my plate and a quarter of Phuong's duck with about 30 cl of red wine, but still had my dessert.
Unfortunately, our nanny called (she had to leave at 13h00) because Michael was hungry and crying so Phuong had to walk two minutes home to feed him. I had ordered the souffle Grand Marnier which had yet to arrive, so it was "not possible" for me to leave. You should have seen this thing. It was huge, only mildly tasted like the Grand Marnier and absolutely melted in my mouth. I wish Phuong had been there so we could have shared it. I think I was full about halfway through my lamb, but there was no stopping me! I ate it all, probably 5 inches in diameter and 3 inches deep.
That meal was what we had been missing in Paris. On our honeymoon, we had eaten awesome dinners, but this was only the second time we'd eaten so well since we've been here. And not having to worry about the beasty boy for the entire main meal made it even more satisfying.
Now we're off to tour Opera Garnier...I think Phuong secretly has some shopping plans in mind, but that's ok. I just hope I can walk after my lunch. Then it's off to Cirque du Soleil tonight in (uggh) Saint-Denis just north of Paris' Montmarte area. Then to Reims on Saturday for some champagne tasting, majestic cathedral and a break from Paris.
We had a recommendation from someone about a good restaurant near us, Au Petit Marguery on Blvd. Port Royal (http://www.petitmarguery.fr/). So we went. And it was delicious. We both got the menu, but Phuong shirked the dessert. Mistake. For starters, Phuong got ravioles stuffed with the shellfish coquilles de Saint Jacques and cheeses in a light bisque style sauce but not nearly as overpowering as the kind you get in Boston. I had some and it was delicious. I had foie gras, a staple of my Parisian restaurant diet. Nothing like buttery liver. Phuong got a quarter (leg and thigh) of duck. It was in a light cream sauce and really delicious. But it was probably cooked to medium at best, true to the French style, and Phuong had some qualms about eating it due to breastfeeding concerns. I got "Noisettes d'agneau" little lamb nuggets also cooked to american 'medium'. Normally in France, lamb has an incredibly strong meaty flavor, but this lamb was delicious. You could still taste the lamb flavor but it wasn't overpowering. The vegetables I had, broccoli and green beans were also well cooked. Typically the French leave the meats undercooked and really overcook the vegetables (to a mush) by our standards. But this place cooked the vegetables really well. They still had their natural color, texture and flavor while being thoroughly cooked. What more can you ask for? I finished my plate and a quarter of Phuong's duck with about 30 cl of red wine, but still had my dessert.
Unfortunately, our nanny called (she had to leave at 13h00) because Michael was hungry and crying so Phuong had to walk two minutes home to feed him. I had ordered the souffle Grand Marnier which had yet to arrive, so it was "not possible" for me to leave. You should have seen this thing. It was huge, only mildly tasted like the Grand Marnier and absolutely melted in my mouth. I wish Phuong had been there so we could have shared it. I think I was full about halfway through my lamb, but there was no stopping me! I ate it all, probably 5 inches in diameter and 3 inches deep.
That meal was what we had been missing in Paris. On our honeymoon, we had eaten awesome dinners, but this was only the second time we'd eaten so well since we've been here. And not having to worry about the beasty boy for the entire main meal made it even more satisfying.
Now we're off to tour Opera Garnier...I think Phuong secretly has some shopping plans in mind, but that's ok. I just hope I can walk after my lunch. Then it's off to Cirque du Soleil tonight in (uggh) Saint-Denis just north of Paris' Montmarte area. Then to Reims on Saturday for some champagne tasting, majestic cathedral and a break from Paris.
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