M's 12th Birthday in Paris!

M woke up to his sweet, loving family singing (completely in tune) a dutch birthday song for him. He then sleepily opened his little presents and we were off to start the day. Our tradition is that the birthday boy gets to pick and choose whatever he would like to do on their birthday (within reason!). We began at the market where he shared a raspberry tart with his family (as a thank you for the lovely singing, of course).

Here's a french go-cart track. We found it to be hilarious, but Ash really wanted to try it out. We had to convince him that he was too tall and would never fit.

Walking around and enjoying the sights, but look at the crazies running around in the background.

The boys insisted I include this photo. We were enjoying a lovely lunch in a posh Parisian restaurant and as I leaned over for the picture I almost fell out of my chair. Ash captured it at just the right moment. We got a huge laugh out of it, but I think you just had to be there.

Ash now getting on his brother's nerves with his squeaker.

This is outside the Hotel des Invalides, which houses the armory museum. We spent almost 4 hours looking at ancient weaponry. The boys were excited. The best part was a special exhibition on Napoleon.

One out of the hundreds of knight's armor we saw...

Napoleon's tomb.

Napoleon's uniform.

Yep, you guessed it, Napoleon's horse. His actual horse. Stuffed. It was kind of creepy.

The gardens

My little boy isn't so little anymore! I'm pretty sure this is going to be the last birthday we celebrate in which he is still shorter than me!