Bonne Bastille

Je suis fatigué

I dragged the family to Paris Casino today, assuming they'd be doing something special for Bastille Day. Turns out I was wrong, but we did make it up the Eiffel Tower finally. It's much better than the real one--all elevators, no stairs. Brandt wasn't too happy about being extracted from the sling and woken up for photos at the top. He doesn't have a French outfit so I stuck him in one of his Dutch onesies (close enough, right?) courtesy of my cousin, Marijn. Anyway, we recently learned he shares his name with a French appliance company and that's plenty Francophilish.

Yesterday we went to the weekly new mommy mixer and I weighed Brandt there--he's now 12.05 pounds (5.47 kilograms)! He was very smiley and flirted with all the other mamas.