Beanie-Love, she will always be the middle child.
But this week...
...she gets to be the only child. :)
Beanie and I are in Paris this week. Three generations of women in the City of Lights: my mom, my oldest sister and her two daughters, plus Beanz and me. It all came about under dubious circumstances. *Someone* was pretty sure she had "three to five years to live", and so we did what you dream of doing with women of blood-relation, when you think someone is one their way out - we planned a blow-out trip to Paris. (As it turns out, said person was wrong in her self-diagnosis, but that good news didn't cause us to cancel our trip, our celebration of life, with three generations of women. No, no. We were all in.)
These photos were taken yesterday, on our third day here in France. Beanie and I were on our own. We had just broken away from a less-than-thrilling visit to the Musee de Cluny where we didn't learn as much about medieval life as we had hoped. After thirty minutes of artifacts and tapestries, we blew across the street to Luxembourg Gardens for some seriously memorable playtime, as well as some cake for dessert. Marie Antoinette would have been proud!
Parlez-vous français?
Meet three of my all-time favorite people: Mr. Noodle, Miss Frijoles and The 8 year old.
