We should be in Lisbon right now

but I'm at home with Mia. Our departure for our romantic weekend à deux was doomed from the outset. Our apero last night with friends turned into dinner and we didn't get home until 1am. Then Mia woke up 4 times during the night coughing with a stuffy nose. And this morning, in the rush of last minute instructions for my mom, I mistakenly took Mia's passport instead of my own. I didn't notice until we were going through security and by then it was too late. So they pulled our bag off the flight and we changed our outgoing flight until Friday and came home. Much to Mom's surprise. My friend Emmanuelle said it was because I felt guilty about leaving Mia for the first time that I inadvertently ruined the trip.

In fact, on the way back into town we realised that it was a good mistake to have made. We still have 3 days together in Lisbon and we have a calm afternoon that we can spend doing whatever we want. So Thomas is out on a drive in the green car, Mom is out on a walk, and I'm here cuddling Mia who has a runny nose (from her cold) and is drooling so much that I can follow her path around the room as if she were a fast moving snail (tooth #3 has arrived).

Tomorrow we'll head to Lisbon, but with less guilt.

At the reflection mirror with Dad

 

Just for the eyes

 

Bug and the Ladybug

Dad gave Mia a puzzle with an electric ladybug that runs around a track. The first time we set it up and turned it on Mia started crying and crawled into my arms. As soon as we turned it off and gave it to her to play with, she turned it over to figure out how to turn it on. So smart! Of course, she still crys when it's turned on but one day she'll love it.

Note the cool Vans! 

Hot chocolate downtown

 

My dad and Mia

At lunch at my beau-parents's house. 

And Grandma arrived

She's here for a month visiting and is spoiling Mia rotten. 

Lots of pictures

With all of the visitors we've had lately, I'm a bit behind. Bertrand and Mia. 

Baby's first Thanksgiving and gastro-intestinal flu

It's been an exciting, fast-paced week here in Bordeaux. My mom arrived on Tuesday (and promptly held Mia in her arms for two hours until I told her the baby had to go to bed) and began her babysitting duties on Wednesday. I was at a trade fair for work on Wednesday and Thursday when the message arrived: Grandma and Mia were both stricken with the much feared gastro. Friday morning she actually threw up on me three times in about 5 minutes. Talk about baptisms... Anyway, I spent all day playing nurse to the two of them: running to the pharmacy, calling the pediatre, seeing our generalist and doing load after load of laundry. I really had no idea such a tiny girl could make such a big mess!

Of course, we had also planned to celebrate Thanksgiving with 12 of our closest friends on Saturday. After much hesitation we decided to tempt fate and had a wonderful evening with our 7 bravest friends and their 3 kids. It was well worth it because Thomas now thinks it could have been our last decent meal for the next few days; His tummy is rumbling too...