my favorite little bistro in paris is le polidor. when in paris i eat there at least a few times each visit. granted, it's been awhile since i've been to paris. and my budget wasn't for big fancy places. and i was generally travelling alone. le polidor was a perfectly comfortable place to eat alone in paris. it's about half family style tables and one thanksgiving i happened to be in paris and met some nice people sitting next to me with whom i eventually had a nice evening out in their neighborhood in london.

while reading various foodie blogs, this came to mind. i write it down to remember when the name of the restaurant leaves my head again.

i look forward to one day taking monkeybaby to london before his best friend E. moves back. and attached to that (with any luck) a rousing jaunt to paris. one day. when the economy doesn't suck, etc.

now i just have to remember where that super weird park is with the fakey grotto. that was really odd.

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The other day I was talking to my friend David. About how much our kids weigh, and other things. Monkeydad said "almost 25 pounds". And to David I said, "about as much as a bag of clay". Very slightly startled he laughed and said "yes, that's my unit of measure too".

Strangely or not, since I lugged around bags of clay they have been my benchmark.

Last night, late, tired, I thought to myself "I'm going to have to look up what that is called" as monkeybaby put his hand on me as he drifted back to sleep on my lap. He curls into me and especially when I have on a more minimalist shirt will put his left hand on my neck and arms and collarbone-ish area for security. His right arm is against me and his right hand is in his mouth. I realized as I felt his tiny hand, slightly cooler than my chest that he was putting his hand on my heart.

The other day as we had dinner I was sitting next to him and wearing a sleeveless shirt he was pointing at my freckles and kissing them. I'm assuming he thought they were boo-boos.

Time ticks by. I am so thankful for him. He's a right pain sometimes, but even in the midst of a screaming meltdown in the doorway of the supermarket because he didn't want to hold my hand if he was going to walk, 9 times out of 10 I'm able to pick him up and snuggle him and he calms down quickly and we go along as needed.*

*this does not apply to dinner table tantrums, those are frequently beyond fixing by merely being mama.

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went to visit with A. tonight, left the boys at home due to potential pending illness. benefit was a bunch of great food, nice wine, girl time, and kitchen hand me downs (due to the move and she's good at getting rid of stuff).

dinner was -
yummy meatballs
roasted cauliflower with bacon
rancho gordo flageolet beans with onion, celery, s/p, o/v. (my contribution)
a lovely bottle of wine
crazy italian roasted figs with blue cheese

everything was super superb. oh dear lord i ate too much. it was sooooo good. AND junior birdman (her son) is on.the.move. he's just started the whole crawling thing and he's having a great time. eating, crawling, eating.

a very nice evening. apparently i just needed to leave the house for monkeybaby to have a good time. he'd been a wreck all day but was fine for monkeydad. BYE MAMA.

i really must get some exercise to fend off these meals.

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