A Weekend in Paris (and Tips To Survive With a Toddler)

I always worried that Paris might be a disappointment. There’s a LOT of hype.  The fashion.  The culture.  The food.  The art.  The archictecture.  It’s probably on 80% of the populations bucket list and every travel website will tell you that you must go there at least once in your life.  That’s a lot to live up to.  Thankfully, the world has not been lying to me all these years.  It truly is an incredible, beautiful, must-see city.  Ideally, one day we will relax at coffee shops with croissants in hand and enjoy romantic candle-lit dinners in this city for lovers….but this time around was the Paris-with-a-two-year-old version.  She’s equal parts adorable and infuriating at this particular stage in her life but we’re getting the hang of the “terrible twos” and we feel pretty lucky to share these experiences with her.
The Eiffel Tower

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Eiffel Tower

First stop when we arrived on Friday was the Eiffel Tower.  It was later in the evening by the time we got there so the line was actually quite tolerable.  We got to the 2nd floor at the perfect moment, just as the sun began to go down.  The limestone facades glowed a pink-gold in the setting sun and as dusk approached the lights of Paris slowly began to twinkle.  I snapped the required 248 photos I must have from every new location and E ran laps around the tower like a tiny crazy person.

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Paris from the Eiffel Tower

The view was so good that we ended up having a drink at the bar to soak it all in.  E enjoyed some absurdly overpriced fruit and reveled in staying up WAY past her bedtime.  All in all it was pretty easy to get around with a kiddo and E thoroughly enjoyed the entire evening.

The Louvre

Saturday morning we got up bright and early (well, we got up at the normal time a person gets up with a 2 year old) and headed to the Louvre.  This was the part of the trip I looked forward to most and Dru probably looked forward to least.  Well, in reality E would have looked forward to it the least, had she known what was coming- more on that later.  After some confusion as to what line we should be in we ended up getting in with no wait (buy tickets online in advance, that was our saving grace).  We had pretty meticulously planned out what we wanted to see; I spent a couple hours on this but it was well worth it in the end.  You could literally wander around for 5 or 6 hours and that 16th century Flemish engraving you’ve waited your whole life to see may slip right through your fingers.  So choose a handful of key pieces you must see and stick to a route.  Unless you actually have ALL day.  Then go ahead and wander my art-loving friend.

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Ingres, Le Grande Odalisque

My 3 Tips for The Louvre:

#1 Wear whatever makes your feet the happiest.  I don’t care if it’s Bugs Bunny slippers or those weird toe-glove shoes…you do you. You are going to walk A LOT.  The floors are hard and there’s a ton of stairs.  Which leads me to item #2…

#2 The Louvre is NOT stroller friendly.  There were elevators…but 90% of them were mysteriously broken.  We hauled that contraption up at least 12 flights of stairs.  So get crunchy and wear that baby if it’s small enough or just be prepared to burn some extra calories.

#3 If you own a toddler – you may have envisioned your tiny, cultured little Michelangelo sitting quietly in their stroller and planning their next fingerpaint masterpiece for 3 hours.  So I’m just gonna bring you back to earth daydreamer – your kid doesn’t give a shit about art.  About an hour in (if you’re lucky), they’re going to want a cookie.  Then it’s crackers.  Then they’ll holler to get out of the stroller so they can smear their cookie/cracker encrusted fingers on Renoir’s Le Moulin de la Galette.  Then they want to be held, but only for 8.37 seconds.  Then they throw themselves on the floor.  Then we lick said floor for good measure.  At this point you will pray that no one is following your trail of cookie crumbs to kick you out before you’ve seen the Mona Lisa.  So bring a lot of non-messy snacks, patience, and maybe some Benadryl (I kid, I kid).  

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Park

Winged Victory of Samothrace

Notre Dame Cathedral

Next on the agenda was Notre Dame.  I zipped my little purse up tight against the pickpockets and we wove our way through the throngs of people inside the church.  It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the exterior is honestly more impressive than the interior.  If you are short on time I’d skip the loop around the interior and just soak up the Gothic-goodness on the outside.

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Notre Dame Cathedral

Sainte Chapelle

Sainte-Chapelle is a lesser known church quite close to Notre Dame.  We headed there next and we weren’t quite sure what to expect.  It’s quite unassuming on the outside, it’s actually tucked inside another building,  but this little church was well worth the visit.  After winding our way up a very narrow stone staircase (no strollers allowed here but they have a small area to leave them downstairs) we emerged into a small chapel with soaring ceilings and stunning stained glass.  Dating back to the 13th century, 6,458 square feet of stained glass completely surrounds you.  It depicts over a thousand scenes from both the Old & New Testaments.  Well worth the $12 ticket.  Another perk here is there was no line when we were there and it really only takes as long as you wish to stay and stare.  So we were able to get in and out before E could start screaming about her sudden and desperate need for peaches. Score one for the parents.

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Sainte Chapelle

Picnic at Luxembourg Gardens

Sunday we did our best to embrace the Parisian lifestyle by having no plans other than a relaxing picnic at the park.  We used Paris Picnic (www.parispicnic.com) and would highly recommend it.  We made our way to Luxembourg Garden, our food was delivered, and we staked out a nice spot to enjoy lunch.  The food was delicious, the wine was refreshing, and the day was beautiful.  It was a perfect end to a lovely weekend in the City of Lights.

A Weekend in Paris (and How To Survive It With a Toddler) Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame, Sainte-Chapelle, Luxembourg Garden

Picnic Lunch at Luxembourg Garden


Princess Zelda

Animals have an amazing way of weaving themselves into our lives and our hearts.  I’m sure most people don’t even realize how deeply they love their animals until they are forced to part ways with them one way or another.  Whether it’s a loyal dog, a squawking bird, or in my case – a gorgeous but sometimes wretched little diva of a cat…they all find a way to turn us into a blubbering mess when it comes time to say goodbye.

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My Love Affair with an Older…Building.

Since we’ve arrived in Belgium I’ve found myself in a stunningly beautiful city with an overwhelming number of pictures on hand – but not a lot to say.  I could point out some attractions and tell you about the delightful food for days on end.  But it wouldn’t be anything Rick Steves couldn’t tell you just as easily (and probably more eloquently).  It wasn’t until last night as I was sitting on our couch literally sobbing over having to choose an apartment here in Brussels that I realized I had something that would be good for me to put into words.  My obsession with all things “old” and the crazy it can apparently bring out in me.  Get ready kids…I mean some real crazy.

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Hello, Brussels!

We’re finally here!!!!  We got in yesterday morning after a long (and thanks to E, somewhat nightmarish) overnight flight.  We took yesterday to settle in to our temporary housing and sleep off some of the jet lag.  After our shipment of belongings arrived today we hopped on a bus to the city center and took in some of the sights…and the waffles…and the frites.

Maison des Brasseurs

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The Things That Matter

Not so long ago I read Marie Kondo’s Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.  While perhaps “life changing” is a bit of a stretch I’d definitely recommend it.  As a person who has always had an innate ability to find a reason to keep just about anything, I found myself suddenly able to throw away things I’d been hoarding for ages.  Those jeans from freshman year of college that I was going to fit back into (I have quite the imagination), the blurry scenery photos from an unknown locale of an unknown vacation, an instruction manual for a 4 year old blender, an expensive pair of 5″ stilettos… Continue reading

An Adventure of 1.4 Miles. Round Trip.


The distance from Milwaukee, WI to Brussels, Belgium is 4092 miles.  Hence the title of this here little blog.  You may be wondering, “hey lady…this blog is pretty boring, when does this adventure start?”  That’s a great question dear reader and the truth is I haven’t got a f*cking clue.  Theoretically our background checks will arrive tomorrow.  Then we just need my husbands Belgian work permit, a 3-legged unicorn, and a permission slip from Jesus to get our visas.  No big deal. Continue reading

To MKE, With Love

Downtown Milwaukee, WI

Downtown Milwaukee

If I told you that I always dreamed of living in Milwaukee…well, that would make me a liar.  As a matter of fact, if you had asked me 6 years ago to make a list of the top 30 or even 50 places I’d like to live I think Milwaukee probably would have been somewhere around, oh I’d say #135.  Sure, I smuggled a flask of vodka into Summerfest in my pants in college and don’t get me wrong, I had a blast – but who would actually want to live there?  It had a reputation of being dirty, dangerous, and generally terrible.  My boyfriend was a junior at University of Wisonsin-Madison when he was offered an accounting job at a large firm in downtown Milwaukee.  It was a great job and we were just happy for our future together, cuz you know love is love where ever you are and all that sappy stuff.  So a year later we packed up our few scraggly college-kid belongings and headed for the Brew City. Continue reading


DSC_0565Lately I’ve thought a lot about what home means.  Growing up we never owned a home. We didn’t have much money and my mom and I moved from rental to rental.  They weren’t ours but I recall them fondly…the house in the country that I remember so well, despite being all of three years old,  the daybed in my grandmas basement, the upstairs room of the brick farmhouse where I listened to coyotes at night, the tiny downstairs apartment just outside of town.  While none of them were permanent my mom always made them feel like home for me. Continue reading