spring birthdays and babies

8pm view from my front door.

I've started numerous entries when not on the internet but never finished or posted them; because everytime I had internet, my mood changed and I didn't feel like posting them anymore.
eventually I guess I should finished them, when my internal rollercoaster starts rolling again.
But for now, all I think about is spring in paris-- it keeps teasing me; one day it's here, then next day it snows, but the it's impossible to escape the tulips that are blooming ubiquitously.
juliette is growing hair but no teeth.
romain and I are growing serious.
here's the evidence from my iphone.

i invented a game involving juliette's hair and paul mitchell hair glue

here there's no hair glue involved, just her rolling out of bed.

she loves to eat bread before growing out any teeth.

and she has no idea her hair looks like a chicken's butt.

juliette trying to eat the bracelet her sister made me.

she's into putting her fingures into holes, such as broken chairs...

..and Erin's cleavage

juliette giving erin a uculele lesson

this photo has nothing to do with anything but erin is so ridiculously gorgeous here that I had to post it.

juliette's scarf is a bit big on my baby, but the color suits him so well.

menacing babies R us

...sleeping babies R us

he carved me a vampire out of a lime!!!

I love the ice baton in my glass

pwesent time!!! (for the fake birthday)

he went all the way to Neuilly to by the boxes and paper and then went all the way to the 18th to get the cherry blossoms! just for a fake birthday!

his mother brought me beautiful jewelry from morocco for my real birthday

pwesents for the real birthday

ROMAIN MADE ME AN IPHONE CASE OUT OF A KIMONO!!! AAAAAHH he didn't even know how to thread the needle into the machine before this!

we had a sudden identity crisis one day and thought we were kangaroo-penguins.

lookin all gangstah on the train.

tulips EVERYWHERE!!

latenight intruder

All my childhood, everytime a water drop leaked into the sink or a popping noise came from the wood in the roof, or a pigeon scratched at my window, I imagined someone breaking in. It never actually happened, but I envisioned the scenes at at least 836 times-- daddy armed with our cleaver going at the intruder, me phoning the police under the blankets (on a cellphone of course, the burglar would've cut the telephone lines).

Last night, just before 4am, Romain and I were in afterplay, when suddenly, we hear loud and suspended coughing just outside the door. First we thought it was Monsieur Wong not-so-subtly telling us to be quiet, since there's only 2 feet between our doors and the walls act as amplifiers between our apartments. But then an almost inaudible shuffling starts, and now we are almost sure that we aren't overreacting-- it is indeed coming from just outside the door.

Romain gets dressed, makes me put on a t-shirt, and proceeds to the door, kitchen knife in hand, and doesn't forget to tell me to hide under the covers before opening the door.

He opens the door and studies the ground for half a minute, by which time I conclude that we had overreacted--how long does it take to survey a 2 by 1.5-foot space? but then he says "What are you doing there?"
That's when I realize that there is a shapeless bundle on the ground.
"mmbrtheubp" says the bundle.
"You have to go somewhere else."
"I don't have anywhere else"
"Well you can't just invite yourself to other people's corridors"
The bundle reluctantly walks/craws/tumbles down the staircase.

He tried calling the police then, but never succeeded, I suppose it got too complicated with the automated systems (which I'd always imagined --if your house is on fire, press 1; if you're being raped press too; stay on the line if you're dying).

first snow in paris-- april 6th!

I never imagined it would snow after one of my birthdays, nor that I would ever live to see snow in Paris, but last night IT SNOOOOOOOOWWWWWED!!!!!!!!

Romain and I were at Mel's place, he sat facing the window and I sat across from him, and all of a sudden, he went: "holly shit!!" and his jaw stayed open as if I did his laundry again, and remained open until he could finally utter "is that snow???"

all 3 of us ran to the window. I took some pics with my brand spanking new birthday iPhone.

Thank god Baharak picks queer couchsurfers to meet up with in paris, otherwise I wouldn't have met Mel, and wouldn't have ended up at her place a couple hours later. I would probably have been eating or in the middle of foreplay with romain at his place with the curtains closed.

In fact, I owe thanks to a lot of things:
Mel's need to transport a tree across Paris on the metro;

the need for a granny cart on which to put the tree;
having brought the granny cartful of laundry back from my place even though Romain told me not to that same morning (just shows i should make all decisions in the world for us, obviously, I'm the much wiser of the two);
Baharak's obsession with meeting queer couchsurfers, which was how I met Mel at musee picasso that afternoon, where Mel started talking about needing to get a little ficus plant (which turned out to be a giant tree);
oh and finally Romain's sudden (and rare) observantness, because the snow didn't last for longer than 5 minutes.

I am grateful for having these in life.