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‘What time is it’, ‘how do you say’, and the long road to paradise…. Part 1

Well, we finally made it. At least I think we’ve made it. At this point, there’s something so surreal about looking out my window and seeing the Paris garrets — a la the cartoon version of Paris Ratatouille (the movie that started this grand adventure, and a story for another day) –instead of our old oak tree, and just a few stories below, the Gap – why are even Gap clothes cuter in Paris? –, the sound of French revelers on their way home, and the European sirens punctuating the morning silence, that I’m not even sure I’ve arrived, or if I’m still in some sort of way station for weary travelers, where my body has arrived, but the rest of me is still on route… For a reasonably well-seasoned traveler in a highly civilized place, I am still amazed every time by the difficulties of adjustment.

Our econo-anniversary inspires my favorite home remedy

My husband and I celebrated our 7th anniversary this week, a nice respite from Paris planning and mayhem. We’ve had a tremendous ride together, full of:

#1: laughter – the deep belly-wrenching, Will-Ferrell-inspired kind (“It sounds like you’ve got peanut butter stuck to the roof of yer mouth!” is a Talladega Nights favorite of ours, that gets recycled more than most people could endure…).

#2: inspiration — We inspire each other – we push each other hard on our dreams – to be more heroic, to push a little harder beyond our discouragements, to watch the entire seasons of West Wing and Next Generation Star Trek on NetFlix…(have we inspired each other to become midnight couch potatoes?:))

Packing for Paris

This is our big day of packing/getting ready for Paris. Even Aidan is getting excited now, and has been determined to help out. The day has gone like this so far:We started by sorting out what toys and outfits were special enough or useful enough to take (think lego blocks, not massive-oversize-storm-trooper-helmet-with-the-microphone.) Done. After deciding what we were taking, we realized in 3D technicolor that we desperately needed a new suitcase. Aidan insisted on accompanying Mommy to Marshall’s, and did the luggage size calculations. All set. Now we had to deal with what remained in the house when all the go-to-Paris items had been decided upon.

My son looks as tan as George Hamilton. What now?

Thanks to everybody who contributed a DM to my twitter on sunburn when mama forgot the sunscreen during waterplay. Turns out Daddy’s a smarter cookie than Mommy today (I’m afraid to extend this thought out any further …) and remembered the spf. The kid’s sporting a killer tan, somehow, but no sunburn. Still, I have no doubt that I will forget the sunscreen again someday, undoubtedly when we’re visiting the equator in the midday sun. I’m all set now with remedies, and wanted to share from the wisdom of my almost-experience…

But first: This advice is intended for the non-blistery, non-swollen variety sunburn. If skin becomes blistered or swollen, or your child develops other symptoms, like chills, fever, nausea along with sunburn, time for the primary care giver. ‘Nuff said.

Here’s what I got from folks, plus a little bit of home research of my own…

Nine Day Countdown to Paris…

So it’s nine days and counting until take-off… a family of five (my husband, son, and parents) taking off for the Summer in Paris…and beyond?

Best Parenting Practice and the Patronus Charm

If your child is not a Harry Potter fan, you can stop reading right now. If, like my son, your child has become an aspirant to Hogwarts, complete with cape, chopstick wand and ring (not sure if rings are in the movie or just his own fashion-centric touch), then read on and let me know what you think, because I think I’ve hit the parenting mother lode…

My Kids Health: Natural Travel Kit for our Summer Travels…

So we’re leaving for Paris now in 13 days and counting, and I’ve finally, just now, graduated to that category of planning that transcends watching stylish French movies as part of my ‘language and culture’ research into actually figuring out how I’m going to take a family of three and move us out of our comfortable spacious house into 4 suitcases and a 3rd floor Parisian walkup. (Did I mention that the next step in my travel planning beyond pragmatic to-do lists – and far beyond film noir – is panic?)

But for tonight, no panic yet, just a few deep breaths and… Project Natural Health Travel Kit.

Papa’s Got a Wicked Hangover…

So my husband had a hangover all day today, and I’ll tell you why this bothers me. This from the man who rarely goes out, who not only accepts but participates in whatever food craze, health experiment, olive oil cleanse, or whatever else I implement as part of my home-is-my-laboratory strategy and smiles about it, the man who always remembers anniversaries and to stop for toilet paper on the way home and knows my sense of humor exactly and avoids expressions and cliches that annoy me. Still, I’m considering holding out when he asks me for natural remedies to cure a hang-over…

Beautiful morning, even with strange, unidentified mouth rash

So we’re sitting outside on the front steps, my son and I, on his first day out of school for summer vacation. We’re leaving for Paris in two weeks… and yet, I am blogging and drinking coffee ( i know, i know, but it’s with hemp milk and agave nectar, which makes me almost call it a health drink, yes? no?). My son has taken my drugstore jewelrybox out onto the porch as well, and is painstakingly arranging all of my precious costume jewels in neat lines, communicating to me with each one how fashionable he thinks it is — ‘pretty on you mommy!’:) ‘not pretty on you’. We’ve known for some time now that he is a fashionista at heart — his first full sentence being “mommy, no like that dress.” No joke.

Kids Health: Natural Home Remedies for Bedwetting

Bedwetting rarely represents a problem requiring medical intervention; it is, however, one of the major reasons that parents will explore natural remedies and complementary medicines for their children. After ruling out any medical causes with a primary care provider, there seems little left to offer the children who wet their beds – which is unfortunate, since self-esteem and sleep can suffer.

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