Paris: A photographer’s paradise.
1. André Kertész- Champs Elyseés 1929
2. Clifton R. Adams – 1929
3. Unknown source
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5. La Amour de Paris by Stacy Reeves
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My other babies.
She has no idea how big she is. Or how annoying she is. Lily Rose will jump on you while you’ve got a cup of hot tea in your hand, get her head stuck in between the gate bars and chew through two doormats in ONE WEEK! She’s protective and loyal, kind and playful.
We call him The Brain- as in Pinky and The Brain?- It’s not even funny how much alike they are. Tano has a temper and will lash out if he’s not in the mood, so we manage him with care and lots of sweet talk. The poor bastard was taken from his mother too soon, I think and so he developed a little aggressive streak. He’s always on his toes and ready to announce himself with excessive barking whenever he sees or hears something. Those of you who have heard how Tano screams when he sees a cat, will know what I’m talking about.
As I’ve mentioned before here on the blog, my figure ballooned when I was pregnant with Georgie. My weight and the excess of it just got out of hand and even though I tried my best, I only managed to exercise for the first six months. Not that the type of exercise I enjoy is the type that burns calories because it doesn’t really. It burns off inches though and I appreciate that too. Stott Pilates is something I started doing in 2009. I took a year off after Georgie was born and as soon as I was able to leave him with my parents for an hour twice a week, I went straight back. I love what Stott Pilates does to my body, the strength I have gained and the fact that it has done wonders for my posture.I took my camera with me to class this morning and our instructor took a few shots of our little morning group doing the circuit. As you can see there’s more to Pilates and Stott Pilates than just lying on the floor, breathing. We do that too but we like to mix it up. You can read about the difference between Pilates and Stott Pilates here.
This last photo breaks my heart because it reminds me how much my little boy suffered through the horrific flu epidemic that is flooring us here in Cyprus. You can see it on his face. Utter misery. I am however very happy to report that we have slowly but steadily made our way out of the fevers and vomit and preparing for Georgie’s third birthday party this weekend! Carnival celebrations are also in full swing here in Cyprus so our little party is going to be a dress up one!!! I am so excited for my little boy. A joyful celebration is exactly what we need to get the engines running.
Every night, before I nod off, I like to plan the next day in my head. I schedule appointments and chores if they are on the itinerary and then I concentrate on Georgie and activities we could do together. It only takes a few minutes and somehow it makes falling asleep much easier.
And then the New Year flies in and sleep doesn’t come easy. I find myself staring into space, willing my head and heart to come up with a bigger and broader plan. Yes, I’m talking about a resolution of sorts. Last year I promised to change some things I felt were holding me back and I am so glad I did. I NEED the same this year. There’s so much I want to do, to achieve and to accomplish, my mind spins with excitement one minute but the next I am glued to the telly watching TV shows and chomping on popcorn. I think this slumped upset has to do with the fact that this year signifies a massive inevitable change in my life: Georgie will start pre-school in September. I feel THAT will be the time for resolutions. For now, I’ll stick to some basics, things I have been dreaming of for a while now. Listing them here on the blog, will hopefully make them more real, generate some excitement and bring clarity to my confused mind.