Paris

Nous sommes a Paris. L'enfant - en Bretagne, avec grand-parents.

Even our typing has a terrible French accent.

We are in Paris, on our two day holiday from our bigger holiday in Brittany. For the first time, we have spent the night away from our beautiful little baby, who is currently being spoilt rotten by her Granny Heath and Grandad.

We have all been staying in a wonderful restored farm house in Brittany that is owned by some very generous family friends. We flew in from Canada, obviously - Heather and John from Australia. A lovely way to have a holiday. No internet, there, so we've been blissfully disconnected from the rest of the world.

You'll be pleased to know that, while we've been in Paris, we have resisted the desire to check in on them 50 times a day, but must confess to bringing out the camera every few hours to look at photos of our little one and coo over how lovely she is and how much we miss her. We talk about how much we love the way she spins around in circles before falling to the ground in giggles, the way she runs away from us and stops at the last minute to make sure we catch her, the long and involved stories she tells us in her bilingual part-English, part-baby language, and how wonderful she smells. And then we talk about something else for a while.

Having a few days away from her is really nice, too. We've been staying up late, having French meals that start at 9pm in restaurants that have no high chairs. And our conversation hasn't revolved around scheduling in the next nap (except our own). It's like we're actually humans (grown-ups) in our own right!

Photos to come when we're back home.