Watching paint dry, and babies.

Hello my friend,

My god! Another baby! I am blown away. I really did have to read that sentence twice. I don't know why I get so amazed by all this baby business. Everybody can do it. Everybody is doing it, but suddenly it's happening to my friends and my cousins, and I'm totally in awe. I suppose in some respects I still feel like I'm an inept child myself. I still give myself a big pat on the back when I manage to make the bed and pick my clothes up off the floor, and here you are doing it for yourself, plus two other little people! Mon dieu!

For some reason I keep remembering the week I got my driver's license. I drove over to your parent's place to take you on a victory drive, or demonstrate my new skills, or something like that. I was in my little silver Ford Festiva, remember that thing? I had a bunch of change sitting on the dash, and you said you were going to test my abilities as a good driver based on the amount of change I could keep on the dashboard when swinging around corners. I think a bunch flew off. I remember feeling as though I had really messed up my challenge. Were you disappointed dad? Heehee. Is this how you'll teach Caleb to maneuver through the streets of Los Angeles?

I've been watching paint dry too, figuratively, not literally. Paris fooled me into thinking the sun was about to burst through the clouds and ask all the little buds and green things to show themselves. Alas, the sun is not ready to be put into spring service just yet, and instead the rain is working double time, and here I sit, thinking about babies.

I have two babies. They're much furrier and less maintenance than your kind of baby, but I love them intensely, nonetheless. My babies are a bit bored and dissatisfied with the Parisian lifestyle. They scoff at the idea of art museums and architecture in lieu of private gardens and large living spaces. In protest of our current living arrangements, Olive has decided to get fat. She's gone from 8 pounds to 10 pounds since we arrived. It's hard for me not to see how unhappy they are, all cramped up in this apartment. It's not a good life, so I'm considering moving down to the French Riviera, where the rent is cheap, and there are gardens galore, for kitties and humans alike.I'm going to try to make it down to Cannes for the film festival, and hopefully I can check out some places then. We'll see.

Drinksy? / Porkchop's Pants is sounding very appealing to me right now. I wish I could join you for a drink. I've been feeling really nostalgic for LA lately. It probably has a lot to do with the rain.

I hope your painting project turned out lovely. I'll talk to you soon. xo.