We left for Paris early this morning. After a 5 hour car ride in between two “chipie” girls, I am nearly deaf. I guess I should take the blame for them bickering since my Ipod was the root of all-evil. Me having taken it out of my backpack was like opening Pandora’s box. Neither of them really understand how it works, but if I have it, they want it. For the first little while they shared it; Tania had the Ipod itself, while Camille had the disconnected headphones and pretended that she was listening to something really wild. Camille knows how to bother Tania from every angle. Even though Tania had the better half of the device, Camille’s great display caused her to express, once again, how great she is at whining. Being only six, Tania doesn’t understand why she can’t have everything exactly when she wants it. The worst part about it is how bad she makes you feel for denying her something. She just looks up at you with her big brown eyes and your hearts starts to break a little. Tania is always quick to tell you she hates you too. At first I found myself taking it personally, but then, without exaggerating, less than five minutes later she’d come out of nowhere and smother you with kisses, having completely forgotten the earlier incident. She’s so cute. She reminds me of a dog, in the nicest way possible of course. In the sense that the dog will obnoxiously bark until it’s owner gets fed up and smacks it across the head. The dog will shake it’s head in response to the smack but soon forget it ever happened and will go right back to what it was doing before – barking. By no means will anyone lay a hand on Tania to get her to stop crying for no reason, but if you threaten her juuuust the right amount, she’ll give up.
How did I get on the subject of Tania? Anyway, we’re in Paris now. It’s been snowing for the past week here, so is covering every surface. It’s beautiful. We left a day early because George had a placement in Paris so we just all tagged along. While he’s at work tomorrow, us girls are going to DisneyLand Paris tomorrow. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I figured it out.. Aren’t I clever? It’s supposed to snow tomorrow too! Fingers crossed.
Today, I tried to reason with Tania that if it was December 5th and Christmas is on the 25th, how many days until Christmas? The girls and I were sitting in Quick, this awful fast food chain that is, health wise, much worse than Mcdonalds. We were at Plateau Des Couleurs (a cluster of large department stores), buying some forgotten Christmas deocorations necessary for the house and Carine dropped us off at Quick afterwards while she went to the toy store to buy the girls’ gifts. Needless to say, Tania was not successful in finding the solution. Maybe my reasoning wasn’t clear enough for her, or maybe it was due to her mere stubourness with the fact that they haven’t started substraction yet in CP. Regardless, I eventually had to give up the answer. Twenty days Tania, there are Twenty days.. Come on!
Even though I’ve been eagerly waiting for Christmas time, it still snuck up on me. Today we set up the Christmas tree… Or the Christmas branch. I say Christmas branch because our tree is not really a tree, but only a part of one. In our defense, it’s quite a large branch which now looks like a tree. If I never told you it was a branch, you would easy have mistaken it for a tree. Anyway, our Christmas branch, urr, I mean tree, is traditionally decorated: White twinkling lights with simple decorations. No shiny bulbs, tacky tinsle, or plush Santas filling up the “natural” gaps between the branches like some trees have. This tree is simple and charming, just like Christmas should be. Our nights after dinner are spent with the Christmas tree twinkling, the fire steadily dancing, and a homemade hot chocolate from the local chocolate factory, Valrhona . There’s something magical about Christmas time in France which I’m still trying wrap my head around..