On Monday the boys and I returned to Paris where Daddy had been joined by Grandpa, Nana, and Uncle Hugo. On Christmas Eve there were errands to run; a goose to fetch from the butcher, a buche de Noel to retrieve from the bakery, and vegetables to purchase at the market. Then later in the day, while Daddy was getting some work done and Grandpa and Uncle Hugo did some exploring, Nana, Eliot, Peter, and I baked cookies.
When Grandpa and Uncle Hugo returned they had macarons in tow. Eliot's face expresses how we all felt about the festive treat.
Auntie Patti and Uncle Aaron had sent along cans of artificial snow (just add water!) for the boys. Eliot was eager to get his going. It was pretty cool stuff, and the most snow we'd played with this trip--including the week in Norway.
Before getting ready for bed the boys opened one gift each. Peter's was a book about Thomas and friends. He was mesmerized by it and chose to take the book to bed with him.
Eliot settled in to look at his dinosaur book with Grandpa.
Once little bodies were washed, dried, and encased in pyjamas, once stockings had been hung on the window knobs and a plate of cookies left out for Santa, the boys snuggled in to read a few Christmas stories with Daddy.
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