Michael's Stories

Michael tells me stories about things. Here are some:

Michael: Grandpa
Phuong: What about Grandpa?
Michael: Texas
Phuong: Yep, Grandpa is in Texas
Michael: Drive
Phuong: Oh yeah, what does Grandpa drive?
Michael: Big car.

OK.

Michael: Balloon
Phuong: Ok, let's play balloon
Michael: Mommy cry
Phuong: Did I cry?
Michael: Pop
Phuong: Oh yes, Mommy did cry when the balloon popped in her face because she's a scaredy cat. It was a fake cry, for the record.

Last Tuesday, Michael was the only one in gymnastics so he got to do all sorts of things he normally does not get to do. The teacher usually leads the kids in running around in circles, taking big steps, jumping all while she beats this little drum. Well, she graciously let Michael lead the 2 adults there for him and Michael ran around in circles really quickly beating the drum while the adults followed. Like HE was teaching the class. It was precious.

And then the other little whiny girl showed up. She apparently had fallen on some ice like 15 minutes ago and was still whimpy about it. Figures. GIRLS. This is the same girl that Michael ran smack into on the 1st day of class. Michael got up, and continued running like crazy. The girl stayed on the floor and cried for 5 minutes and had to get a cream for the welt on her head.

Very funny, but makes me glad I don't have a girl. Or rather, it is me rationalizing with myself and making me feel better that I will never have a girl. So for those of you who have girls, don't take offense. I'm just REALLY jealous.

FINALLY!

It has finally warmed up in Paris to a high in the mid to upper 30s. Thank GOD. Because before, it was too.cold.to.function.or.leave.the.house.

I'm sure Team Besancon Boston will be laughing at my shivering with the highs in the mid 20s.

We have not been doing much. Just trying to get back into our routine here with the cleaning/cooking/etc. So we have nothing interesting to report except the snow from last week which blanketed Paris and made it more beautiful than ever.

Today, I was walking back from the market with Michael and singing ABC's for him. And I looked up at all the pretty buildings and actually thought, "I am going to be sad when it comes time to leave here."

GASP