Parisian Eyeware

I think it was about 2 weeks into our arrival in France that Keo started having some trouble with his eye. Oh, to top it all off, right... So somewhere in the middle of our house hunting escapade we made a visit to the doctor who then referred us to the eye doctor the same day and after a few very quick exams and in a very brisk manner she said "here is his prescription, he has a stigma, he needs eye glasses at once" I was so sad, just sitting there with Keo on my lap I wanted to say " what? really? glasses? Now???" So, today Keo is to wear some glasses until he grows out of his stigma she said, and he needs to have some visits to another eye doctor for some eye exercises (12 sessions). We went to pick out two pairs of glasses, one for school -- and one for Paris! That was fun. He choose the above for school, a nice brown pair, very Harry Potter and then he choose a bright RED pair to wear with his spiky hair for when buying crepes in Paris!  Oh La La!

 And so, today things are feeling pretty normal again. We are pretty much settled in and the boys have their wake up at 6:30am routing, school/home/goutez (chocolate pastry/bread and salted butter/hot chocolate eating time) then homework, bath and dinner time... - all the things I so longed for not so very long ago right...right...right.

School is underway, I have my very first parent teacher conference tomorrow at my request. Since I can never pass those tall iron gates to speak with teachers I have absolutely no clue what is going on in Kenji's school since the day he started...And when I ask Kenji " How are things going, do I have to sign something? What about homework - are you doing it all? How do I know your doing ok in class?" He just glances at me, rolling his eyes while quickly walking ahead of me on our way home for school and calls back "It's called responsibility mom..." and then of course Keo runs ahead and says "yeah, mom, Responsibility."

Tall thick iron gates. Oh, if your late...Those large iron doors shut loudly at 8:30am and if you don't make it in your in trouble! You have to use the intercom and wait wait wait till someone answers:

"Yesss"

"Yes, hello, would you please let me in"

"Your LATE"

"Yes, yes I know"

"Your name..."

"Rollin, .. Kenji Rollin..."

after a good few seconds...

"(sign) Come in. BEEEEEEP" - iron doors open.

Who is this person behind that intercom that makes us feel so small when I press that button? This voice, sizing you up from behind a speaker. Why don't they just say come in? Or better...."Hi :) Good morning, come in :)" What can this person with that voice look like?. spending their morning saying "Your late!" and then there is that brief moment when you don't know if they're going to say "come in" - like, what else are they going to say? Go home?

 

A picture of our walk to and from school.

Kenji making some friends on one of the first days of school..

Some time with Papa:

This week has been another long week with a lot of progress. JM went in for a minor pre-transplant operation. He was in for about 5 days. This was all after our very fun weekend in Paris. On Saturday night we went to the famous Moulin Rouge, had a great time, and then on Sunday night I was dropping JM off for his hospital stay and heading home with the boys to Fontainebleau. This was my first week home alone in our new home. It was a little bit lonely in the new place, but kids lunch time pick-ups kept me busy, still unpacking, still trying to get internet, still reminding myself whatever I unpack has to be packed up. JM is home tonight and resting.

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I'm including a picture of the newest addition to my husband. It's a new option that makes him stronger, brighter and happier! 

Hmm..what is that? Jm says this little contraption is a testimony of his love for electronics. He sent a message to work saying "This is how close electronics is to my heart :)"