In less 45 minutes I have to get the baby up from his morning nap, dress him and go. We're going to visit a friend down in the south for some rest and relaxation. It's good timing because I need a break from the city. I can tell because I have a sinus infection starting up. That always seems to be my body's way of telling me get the heck out of Parisian dodge.
Traveling with a small infant takes a lot of planning. Unlike my procrastinating self, I packed last night. Be it at 11pm but it's better than first thing this morning. I've been known to do this before international flights to the US. Good thing I did this because last night Maximilien was not having it with sleep. He was up almost every two hours wanting to nurse. He was constantly sucking/gnawing on his hand which tells me his top teeth are getting close to making an appearance. Poor bubba. I am sitting here with less than 40 minutes to go before have to walk out the door to catch the metro. We are packed. One rolly carry-on size suitcase for Max and I for 4 days of travel. Also traveling with a baby makes you a light packer. My toiletries bag and Max's diapers take up the half the suitcase. Note to self, time to invest in a good travel backpack for short trips. I don't know how I'm going to manage the Maclaren + Metro + rolly suitcase.
This morning Julien snuggled with Max on the bed and they whispered daddy/son secrets to each other. Julien is staying in Paris to hold down the home front and is busy at work with important projects. Though he will miss Max (Me, maybe a little?) I think he will welcome the next three nights of quiet, uninterrupted sleep. I'm glad, he deserves it.
So, we're off... we'll be back Sunday evening. This little boy has traveled more in his 6 months of life than I did in my first 17 years of life. Lucky boy! And I am so lucky to be able to show him the world, already.