Yet even as the lasts pile up, there are firsts. First time Baby Oil eats pate (he liked it!). First time Mademoiselle rolled over. First time Baby Oil sang a French song.
|Yes, that is pate on a hamburger bun.|
And then there are the everyday occurrences, la vie quotidienne. Looking from our balcony onto a gorgeous sunset. Listening to Baby Oil say, "Baguette, s'il vous plait" at the boulangerie. Explaining to Baby Oil the concept of "chaqu'un son tour" - everyone takes a turn - at the playground. Running to Monoprix to pick up diapers, and of course pausing to check out the adorable baby clothes. Recognizing the elegance and beauty of our street:
Loving that our neighborhood sandbox can double as a set for a fashion shoot:
Nor will it be this:
|I think these would be called "muscle leggings".|
|Yes, muscles. In case you weren't clear above.|
Enjoying sweet sibling moments:
On the one hand, it is hard to believe that this life we currently lead is just days from being over. On the other hand, it is hard to believe that this has ever been our real life to begin with.