I'm writing tonight to provide a little background to the big adventure our family is undertaking, beginning tomorrow. Graham, Jen, and I are flying to France to spend two weeks with Jen's grandfather, her aunts and uncles, her legions of cousins. I've met these very friendly, gracious, and funny people a few times before, but this will be the first time we've flown with Graham across the Atlantic. At first I just felt proud- not every two year old has a passport or French relatives. Now, I feel overwhelmed- from tomorrow night to the next day we will be spending something like 15 hours on planes, then waiting, and then on a train. This is a long time in Graham's world- it's a long time in mine, too. To add to this chaos, I have a pronounced, late developing anxiety about flying. I just have no idea how it will all pan out. The last time we traveled I was better, but he was a baby then, needing me in a very different way than he does now. 

All nerves aside, I can't wait to take pictures of my boy doing all the things Jen remembers so fondly from her own childhood- hopefully, he will quickly develop a taste for triple creme cheese; he already does fine with pastry dough. 

So, for now, au revoir. We'll have a lot to tell you when we return in two weeks.