Yearbook night?

I just received the notice for Yearbook night at my three year old's nursery school. I figured this was some optional night where parents discuss "graduation" for the pre-k class. Turns out it's a night all the parents are supposed to show up WITH all of our child's artwork that we have been dutifully saving ALL YEAR. Apparently, we paste it into a scrapbook and make a year book for our child. Darling, huh? My idea of HELL. First of all, I do not have an artsy crafty bone in my body. We will be given construction paper and glue and are meant to put together a meaningful book of memories using our child's SAVED artwork (I felt I was doing such a good Mom job by posting the artwork on the fridge each week. Before then tossing it into the recycling) and our own set of calligraphy pens, holiday stickers and artistic sense. Are you kidding me? Clearly I missed the note in the beginning of the year, stating that we are supposed to SAVE the finger painting, christmas santas, and easter eggs sent home in our child's bag throughout the year. On top of this, we just moved, so I have one springtime chickadee under an umbrella that my three year old constructed with help. And a piece of aper with blue scribble on it that is her "art work". I certainly hope they will be serving wine at this event.

La Rentree

It's my second to last day of a four day quickie trip to Paris. Today is Sunday and walking "home" this evening, I saw all the folks returning from the week long holiday. Cars double parked, children and bags being unloaded and hustled into apartment buildings. The police are out in force, in competition to ticket as many illegally parked cars as possible. I am sooooo relieved not to be returning from a 10 hour drive from Italy, with tired, hungry kids, having to look for an impossible to find parking space on a Sunday evening, try to find something to feed overwrought children (because everything is closed)and then hustle them onto a crowded metro tomorrow morning to shuttle them to school. And I know THEY are happier too!

Breast Not Always best

Most Parisian mothers do not breast feed. Formula is preferred for its convenience and so mom can keep her boobs from sagging. This display is common inmost pharmacies.