Off to the Seine

Trying to leave the house with Ben is like trying to get pine sap off of your hands.

I woke up at 3:45 and put Ben back to sleep for the third time. Then I did what any normal person would do in that situation; I went outside to run sprints.

Oh, you wouldn't do that? I wouldn't worry about it; it just means you're a little...off. Rest assured, everyone else reading this blog does that. I'm positive.

Ben was still sleeping when I came back this time so that was good. He woke up at 7 and had milk while we watched Finding Nemo. At this point, I was quite motivated to do something fun. Head to the park at Luxemburg or Monceau maybe. Possibly even swim.

However, Ben, like most two year olds, is a master manipulator. Now that I consider the matter, I fully believe we should let a two year old handle most of the nations foreign policy matters. I'm quite sure the USA would get almost everything they want.

I ate breakfast; he wasn't hungry. After, I played trains, and he started getting cranky, so I said, let's go somewhere. He threw a fit, which I ignored, but then he said he was hungry. Fine. Here's some food. Not that hungry. Gotta hug Little Dude before we go; ok, I'll get my socks on. Back to trains, daddy can you play with me just a little bit? Fine, five minutes, then we go. Afterwards, I'm hungry. Of course you are. Eats. Train time! Nope, now we go. More crying.

I finally convince him it will be fun; that we can take the train, though I immediately regret my promise when I see that it's 10:45 already. We could barely make it somewhere without having to turn back.

I decide to head to the Seine and just walk along it. A nice short trip, scenic and Ben can get some exercise pushing the stroller.

Luckily, I randomly picked an easy stop and it had a park right outside it, so we hit that up for a bit. After, we walked along the Seine and ran into the back of Notre Dame, which is a courtyard named Square Jean XXIII, and stopped to get some more pictures.

By then, Ben was hungry again, so we found a small cafe where I got a tasty cold sandwich (ham of course) and Ben got a double hotdog, the kind served in France where it's 2 hotdogs end to end in a baguette, covered with cheese, and then baked. A very good lunch.

By then, Ben was nearing his limit, so we found the nearest metro and scedaddled.

(The second pic is one of Ben's many fake smiles. He's become rather rebellious when it comes to pictures and usually refuses to smile or look at the camera. Any good pictures you see are minor miracles.)