We just stuck blankets on the floor for Jence to sleep on, but when we came back after sightseeing the first day we found that the maid had made him a cute little nest. She had eliminated a draft by putting a sheet over the railing of the loft, another one on the floor under the blankets which she folded all nicely. She also folded his jammies on top. I decided that the fame of the French maid was well earned.
Jence didn't actually see a whole lot of Ol' Par-ee
The ancient dad and the modern dad...
We toted our critters with us all through Paris on the Metro.
Jensen on the lawn of the Louvre with the Musee Orsay and the Eiffel Tower in the background.
Jes and Me at the Moulin Rouge
Al and Jence on the hill of the Sacre Cour overlooking the wet city.
Alex wanted this one on here, I can hardly look at it. I have a huge hatred of skulls...so why I went down into the catacombs I'm not sure, though I always have had an ironic liking of cementaries... If you can see behind them you'll notice skulls and femurs stacked up.
Alex, Jensen, and me at the Notre Dame cathedral.
2 comments:
I love your blog!!! Keep up the pictures! Jensen is adorable. We can't wait to meet him! Love you guys.
What ya doing in Paris?
Looks like fun.
Can't beleive a one month old can sit on daddy hand like that, too cute. Send more when you can
Love, Grandma G.
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