Thursday, March 26, 2015

Paris: Day One

We started off the day with pastries in a small cafe on the Champs Élysées before walking to the Eiffel Tower. 

From there, we took a taxi to the cathedral of Notre Dame, where we toured the building and listened to mass being said in french. The whole experience was just lovely. 

Afterward, we sipped cappuccinos while strolling along the high end stores on the Champs Élysées before returning to the hotel to get ready for the Moulin Rouge later this evening. 

I have taken a ton of photos and can't wait to download them on my computer when I get home. 

This really is an awesome experience. Highly, highly recommended. 

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Greetings From Paris

We have arrived! Flying all night took its toll on us, however, and we slept the majority of the afternoon here. 

We are now about to go out for our first dinner in the City of Lights and will hit it hard, tomorrow. 

What an experience this is shaping up to be!

Monday, March 23, 2015

The Guilt Is Strong in This One

I leave for the airport in approximately thirty minutes. My bags are packed (and, repacked), my passport is in my purse, my camera batteries are charged and my nerves are stretched to the max.

I have such mixed feelings about this trip. On the one hand, I am so excited! I get the chance of a lifetime, to visit a beautiful city in a foreign country with three woman whom I love with all my heart. On the other hand, I am visiting a beautiful city in a foreign country, without the rest of my family, and that just feels really weird for me.

I know I'll have a great time and I know that everything will roll right along in my absence, but, the guilt is real; you would think I was Catholic or a mom or something.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Packed, Under Packed, Possibly Overpacked?

I just spent two hours agonizing over what to pack for Paris; I literally walked articles of clothing back and forth between my closet and my suitcase a minimum of five times, each. At this point, I honestly could not tell you which items made the cut and which were thrown, haphazardly, back into the closet.

I sincerely hope I have decent outfits to wear once I arrive in France.

It would be a shame to have to go shopping.

...a crying shame.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Three Out of Four Ain't Bad

Today's baseball double-header was a clean sweep for the boys; they took the first game 10-0 and the second 11-0. The Cub got to act as courtesy runner for our pitcher, and, he brought in four runs. He impressed the coaches and the crowd with his awesome base-stealing ability, and he created a wee bit of anxiety by barely squeaking by on a couple of slides; he likes to keep things exciting. In addition to running, he also got to play second base for a couple of innings, which thrilled him to pieces.

But, the best part of the day, according to the Cub, was the fact that Tones finally got pulled up to Varsity, so, with the Cub and Mikey already playing, we had three out of four of The Fearsome Foursome together again.

It was nice to see.

After the game, I had the pleasure of driving Mikey and the Cub home. Four hours of baseball under the spring sun produced two, shall we say, aromatic boys. Luckily, it was a beautiful day for a drive with the windows down.

And, honestly, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, stinky armpit smell and all.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Friday Favorites: First Day of Spring!

Yesterday, as I pulled into my driveway, a flash of color in my flowerbed caught my eye and I was immediately annoyed by the thought that someone had tossed trash into my yard.

I parked in the garage and got out of the car. As I made my way to the flowerbed to pick up the trash, I realized that it was actually a purple crocus that had pushed its' delicate little head up from the cover of dead leaves that blanketed the flowerbed.

Today, I cleaned all of the dead leaves and winter debris out of the flowerbed, uncovering several more purple crocus blooms as well as some white ones. I also discovered tulip and daffodil shoots that, with any luck, will be ready to bloom by the time I return from my trip.

I love spring; the rebirth of nature is always such a phenomenal and humbling process to witness.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Throwback Thursday: Love in Black and White

When I got my first really good camera (the non-digital version of the Canon Rebel), it was only natural that my favorite subjects to photograph would be my children. What was not as expected would be the fact that my favorite medium for the photos would be black and white film.

Black and white portraits became my signature thing, so much so, that, when Hugh purchased my first digital Rebel a few years later, I was reluctant to give up my precious stock of black and white film; I really didn't think that digital could compare.

I was wrong, of course, and I quickly grew to love the new camera. I especially loved the fact that I could shoot in black and white mode at the click of a button; it was more convenient (and less expensive) then reloading film, and, I never had to worry about wasting money of prints that were less than perfect.

Not that there were ever any pictures of my kids that were less than perfect, but, you get what I'm saying.

This weekend, I purchased a frame for the latest black and white portrait of the kids. I displayed that picture next to the first portrait that I took of the kids and it invites the usual comments about how much the kids have grown as well as less expected comments about how my talent as a photographer has evolved. I don't know that I am any more talented than I used to be, but I do know that I still have the best subjects for my efforts.