The Fasciottos are going to FRANCE!!! I won't tell you when, but I will say it's sooner than we ever expected and, in the words of the great Liz Lemon, "Things are HAPPENINNNGGG!!"
I'm scared about flying with two kids, one of which will be in our lap (kill me now). It's only eight hours of our life, right? What could possibly go wrong?!
I'm worried about the jet lag and the way it will turn our extremely routine nap/sleep schedule upside down and inside out. I'm also worried that I'll have to sleep in the same room as my kids, or possibly even the same bed (kill me now). Side note: I was searching for a product online that DOES NOT EXIST and I'd be a millionaire if I could make it. I need a roll-up, portable "bed" for a toddler, something like a thick sheet and when you lay it out, it has tall sides (about the size of a bumper on a crib) to keep the kid from rolling all over the room. Margot is big enough that I don't have to worry about SIDS, but she's not big enough to sleep on the floor unrestrained! There are a million baby bassinets (too small) or portable cribs (too big). Where is this mystical roll-up sheet bed?! I need one!!
I'm worried we won't get the girls' passports in time, mostly because I never got around to ordering Margot's birth certificate. Epic Parent FAIL! We need to hustle on this one or the whole trip is a bust. Update: I wrote this post on Sunday and we applied for passports this morning (Tuesday)! They should be here in 4-6 weeks. BOOM! Already feeling accomplished!
Last night while I was NOT sleeping, I found one, remarkable, obvious, and glaring saving grace. A trip to France will be worrisome and crazy and we're all going to get cranky now and then, but....
we're going to be with our family.
Real people who live in real houses. People who love us and love our babies! People who HAVE babies and people who had babies a long time ago and remember what it's like to sleep in a house with babies. Oh, sweet Jesus, we're going to see OUR PEOPLE! And they want us there. They will hug us and help us and smile patiently through the meltdowns. I cannot WAIT to see Sylvain's parents and grandparents. I especially can't wait to see his cousin who has a 2 year old girl and one on the way!
And....I will write a whole other post on how thrilling it will be to introduce the girls to France. Sylvia in Paris. Oh, what a dream come true! We are so blessed.
Now, please excuse me while I breathe into a paper bag and pray the rosary 4,000 times.
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