New York, again
About a month ago, I booked us all on a flight to New York for the first week of the new year. Gui and I had been thinking about taking a quick trip somewhere to break up the monotony of the 3+ week winter school break. We never really settled on going anywhere because the thought of all the planning, reserving, renting, etc. that we'd need to do ahead of time kept us both in that talking phase and incapable of moving into the action phase. Planning for trips is so exhausting now. I remember when Gui and I would make a decision to go somewhere, book a flight and jump on a plane within a few weeks without so much of a misplaced hair to show for it. Although it's easier now than it was with younger kids, I will say that planning trips for 4 instead of 2 is not something I ever look forward to doing.
NYC...a month later
Christmas in Paris
Together again
Faux New Yorkers
A few moments with Nana to be remembered
A birthday party
Auntie to the rescue gets rescued
Besides soaking up the giggles and snuggles and cries and shouts of my loveable nephews, I also got a little "I-just-need-to-be-an-American-and-do-American-things" in while I was visiting my sister in midwest America. It ain't Texas, but I still managed to find a delicious plate of enchiladas, tacos, rice and beans to grub on pretty much as soon as my plane slid onto the tarmac. I made a few Target runs, browsed through the local Banana Republic, J.Crew and Nordstrom stores, grabbed a couple of Starbucks cinnamon dolce lattes (which haven't made it onto the Paris menus, yet), stopped by Michael's and an LYS to check out the yarn scene, ran through the Taco Bell drive-thru, and had breakfast and three lunches at Chick-fil-a. Oh, how I missed thee, Land of Liberty!
I'll admit that it felt a little awkward being back at first - it's so much easier to be somewhere that doesn't require a bit of reflection about how to phrase a sentence before speaking. But, the awkwardness didn't last long and I fell back in the sadle in no time. The weather was pretty cooperative, save for the couple of nights of violent winds and rain that kept me awake. Luckily, it cleared up before Easter and I got to watch the boys hunt for eggs and fly kites.
I even got in a bear surgery while I was there. It's tradition for my dad to give his grandsons a bear when they're born, and they've become the boys' doudous, which of course means they take quite a beating after the years of being dragged around everywhere. Well, my nearly 6-year-old nephew asked me if I could stitch-up his bear (of the same age) in a couple of places because he'd had a bit of wear-and-tear. So, Dr. Auntie held a surgery and made Mr. Bear (as he's named) as good as new! I could tell my nephew was so honestly happy afterwards to see his Mr. Bear all fixed up. But, he had no idea how truly grateful I was to be there to do that for him. My last-minute planning couldn't have been better timed!