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w is for watermelon.

the weekly photo project continues.  since the beginning of this year of preschool, each week livi has brought home a small slip of paper with a photo assignment on it.  i am quite literal… o-c-d… black & white… so, i photograph olivia holding whatever object is listed… every week!  i love it!  maybe one day i will take the time to share all of the images & the album i am making for her with her literal photo alphabet… maybe after i finish blogging the 300 days!  but, until then, this week…

w is for watermelon…

dirty, plastic cone.

i remember my very first glimpse of it from our cab window on the way to our parisian hotel.  we left our sweet little girls with my sister & brother-in-law on an early flight from germany to france.  we wanted to have some adventures in paris & visit our french friend thomas while we were in eurpoe.  he & andrew went to law school together in oklahoma.  thomas returned to france afterward & we vowed to visit him one day… a promise that andrew had made to me since we met!  so, there it was… peeking behind buildings, reflecting in the water & windows, rising above the skyline… the eiffel tower.  the object of my affections & subject of my dreams for quite some time!  i had even had a lamp in it’s shape in my apartment before andrew & i got married-he sold it in a garage sale after deeming it “tacky” & far too “girly” for our home.  after a long walk we arrived at the bottom of the tower & decided to walk up.  we climbed the stairs as far as we could go.  my heart thumped so quickly & loudly in my ears that i was sure i would have a heart attack.  i wondered what would happen if i had a heart attack on the way up… how would they get me down?  we kept climbing & then took the small service elevator to the very top.  getting there was as wonderful as i’d imagined it to be!  paris seemed so small below us & i could see how the city was laid out… it made sense!  ahhh, paris!  now i knew i really was there!  i wanted to yell “bonjour!” loudly, but didn’t.  we took pictures & visited all four corners of the structure.  we passed the champagne bar… 13 euros/glass… andrew asked me if i wanted some… of course i did, it was champagne at the top of the eiffel tower!!!  so, andrew, thomas, & i shared a small plastic cone of champagne at the top of the eiffel tower… perfection!  i stuck the little cone in my purse & babied it until we returned to the states over a week later.

when i look at it i remember our trip.  thomas’ little french apartment in the latin quarter of the city… his girlfriend sarah making us orange & nutella crepes… going to montmartre & imagining that we might run into amelie…  breakfast every morning in thomas’ dining room with enough fresh juice, fresh pastries, & delicious butter to keep me happy for quite a while!… walking the entire city… eating pistachio macaroons every time we passed a shop… sitting at a street cafe sipping espresso… a delicious dinner with thomas’ family at his mother’s lovely apartment on the champs elysees… feeling quite french not having to speak in public except for the occasional “merci” or “au revoir”… trying to wear the wrong shoes entirely to the louvre & taking them off to walk around the gorgeous building in my socks… eating croque madame… wishing i spoke french… laughing about our very expensive & very small french hotel room that had a folding chair & a tv on a shelf like in an old hospital room… understanding why so many people romanticize the city to such extremes.  my memory was encapsulated in a small, dirty, plastic cone…

every time i look at it sitting on the shelf in my office i remember. and i know… what might look like a dirty, plastic cone to one is actually the memory of a trip & a lifelong dream fulfilled in paris to me!

300 days project. :update:

clearly i’m about 200 days behind on the girls’ 300 days project.  the images are sitting in my files waiting to be shared… and waiting for an album to be made.  these little girls are growing so fast & i’m trying, & sometimes failing, at keeping up with them!  i’m trying to enjoy life with them & not worry about the world they are growing up in.  trying to protect their little hearts & teach them to make good decisions.  i’m trying to be a good example & really put them first.

i’m finding it very difficult to blog much with the state of the world.  i feel like it’s selfish, or frivolous, or something… i just can’t figure out where to start.  i’m trying to figure out how to make sense of things & every time olivia asks me a question i realize that i do not have life all figured out!

we have a policy of not telling the girls lies when they have real questions.  they see us watching the news & want to know… “why are those people crying”… “why is the ocean on that house”… “where is ‘livia’ (libya)”…”do only bad people go to jail & have wars”?  i just don’t believe in telling them a lie.  i feel like if we start down that road they’ll grow up thinking that babies come from a stork & one day think i’m a big-fat liar when they get “the talk”-and hopefully not before then from school or something, i cringe at the thought… anyhow, a liar is not exactly the way i’d like for my children to think about me!  so, i try to tell them the simplest, gentlest, honest truth.  i tell them that there was a big “earth shake” in japan like in their movie, ‘the land before time’.  that it made big waves in the ocean that came too far on land where it didn’t belong.  i explain that the people are crying because they’re sad… and afraid… and some of them have lost things that are very important to them.  olivia looked at me with her big, hazel eyes & asked if people died… and i told her the truth.  and i explained that just because people have wars, doesn’t make them bad.  and that sometimes people do bad things, and make bad decisions.  and sometimes bad things happen to good people for no good reason at all… and i tried not to get into the politics & history of the world & the injustice of the holocaust or the sadness of segregation, but in the back of my mind i knew she’d ask about that one day too.  i don’t have all of the answers, how do i explain any of it to her?  so, i held her little hands & we prayed for them… all of them.  she usually ends a prayer with “and all the people of the world, amen” and i feel more than ever now that all the people of the world can use each & every one of those prayers.

tammy. :pt.10:

part of tammy’s reconstruction process was having an expander implanted in order to stretch the skin in preparation for her final surgery… in case you’re wondering, it is very painful!  she, as always, was very brave…

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tuesday shoesday. :22:

i am serious when i tell you that these are amazingly comfy!!!  i walked all over d.c. in them & stood at a bridal show in them for 5 hours… they make the cut for my favorite stylish ankle boot…

they’re almost out of stock, but they’re on sale… get them now… piperlime.com

go see my tuesday shoesday besties: landlocked bride, gwyneth paige, swatchbook weddings, weddings and pretty things, postcards and pretties, superburbs, slice of lime design

Tiffany Converse - March 30, 2011 - 6:21 pm

Can’t find the shoes!! Just happened across your site loved the shoes but thought not comfy, read on and was psyched and they are not there!