Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Got back Saturday night. All went well on the flights. We are back to school and work.

Was feeling weepy the Friday night before we left. It came to a point I couldn't hold back the tears, really. I didn't know why exactly, but it seemed so momentous, this vacation of ours, these 12 days of adventure and escape and fun and freedom and being a single family unit.

10pm. J and I were packing, B was sleeping, and then.... Boom.


I looked up, and immediately rushed out onto the balcony.

Fireworks on the bay. Glorious, sparkly, vibrant fireworks. For a good 30 minutes.

I told J it was Villefranche telling us that it was going to miss us just as much as we were going to miss it.

He rolled his eyes but there we stood, hugging each other in silence on the balcony, watching our perfect farewell fireworks.

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Tuesday, May 18, 2010



Our beach.

Didn't know what day of the week it was yesterday. It didn't matter.

Brody walks down a street built 9 centuries ago to get to the boulangerie for his beloved baguette.




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Sunday, May 16, 2010


Views from our balcony our first morning here. It feels like I'm dreaming.

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Location:French Riviera

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Paris, day 2

On the flight here, via Air France, i decided to atart using my French. So when the flight attendant asked me if i wanted coffee, i said, "Si." (i dont speak Spanish, so that was especially strange).

Then I became quite proud of myself when I realized I could understand the French pilot talking about turbulance. "I can understand French!" I thought! Until I realized he was speaking heavily accented English.

Jeremy, after eating two croissant, one pain au chocolat, and about to est a piece of bread, "The problem is, these people eat too many carbs."

I was surprised how many french-speaking people were at the Eiffel tower. I thought it would be a lot of Americans.

The French people we have encountered have been very kind. One woman helped us figure out how to buy Metro tickets; people in cafes are nice too. I think it's really true that if you try to speak their language, they respond positively.

Everything is served in small glasses. Even water. I feel like we are playing house.

One of Jeremy's secret talents is figuring out how to get around using the Metro.

Yesterday, Brody walked all the steps to Sacre Coeur. Today he could hardly stand in the elevator in the Eiffel Tower.

Whoever told me to buy tickets forthe Eiffel tower before we wnt to the tower, you probably saved us a 2 hour wait in line. I love you.

French ice cream is awe.some. Is it made with full fat cream? It's heavenly.

I think coming here even for the weekend would be worth it. Other than serious naps, we aren't jet lagged.

Speaking of naps, Jeremy and I took one. Brody did not, and when Jeremy woke up, Brody was watching some naked people on French tv.

Brody saw a alot of naked people today. He told us all about each naked statue we saw today. Paris has a lot of naked statues.

Finally, you know what's wrong with French cheese? Absolutely nothing.

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Location:Montmartre, Paris

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The adventure begins

One of my co-worker's has a brother who owns a car service.i thought we were getting a regular car. Instead, this is what we are driving in to the airport as I write. Oh, and it's supposed to snow in Denver tomorrow.

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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

It's working

There's still a heartbeat! Measuring 9wks, 1day!
Doc said miscarriage risk was at 30% last ultrasound, and now it's down to 2%! Cleared for France and flying! Thank you thank you thank you!

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Monday, May 3, 2010

930am Tuesday

Tomorrow is the ultrasound.

April 20 was the first ultrasound. I have no intuition or feeling or anything.

However, 830am California time, 930am Colorado, 1030am Chicago time, 1130am Michigan - New York..... this is it. Any energy, prayers or good thoughts, we would love them.

My friend, Jo (aka, Dante's mom) did some research about the sugarplum's Celtic birth sign. Turns out, she is due to be born under the sign of the raven, and raven people "will continue a struggle that would defeat most people."

This has given me enormous comfort the last two weeks. Truly, if anything describes my body's response to pregnancy, it's "a struggle that would defeat most people."

Here's hoping.