Retournee.

You may have noticed that I took a wee hiatus. My dear mother was visiting from Switzerland–not to see me, you understand, but rather to hold a certain baby for the first time. She brought a metric ton of baby clothes purchased on her recent vacation in France. She can just drive there for the weekend, you know. To France. The only place I can drive for the weekend is Iowa, or Wisconsin, or maybe a Dakota. There are insufficient wine caves in the Dakotas.

Anyway, she came bearing tiny sweaters and sundresses and I must say, French babies must be exceptionally well-dressed, because these baby clothes were much more attractive than anything I have seen stateside. But then I suppose French babies spend a lot of time in chic cafes smoking miniaturized Gauloises, so they need a more sophisticated wardrobe than their American contemporaries.
It was a lovely week. I went out to eat, in restaurants. My mother brought me little glasses of champagne while I fed Simone. Milk Lady got to take a bath and Nani got to hold the baby.

I mentioned to my mother that I know of a nice couple looking for an au pair–no pay, more of an internship–but she was uninterested. And so Switzerland gets her back, which hardly seems fair. They had their chance, and they HIT HER WITH A CAR.

I got a present too. Guess what it was?
Pretty BabySitting
Hello!Flowers
Present!Cheeks