Chach in France

You've already seen this picture of Chach. He wasn't having a fit here, but he certainly was being obstinate.

And we laughed.

But the thing is. He was a stinker for the better part of this trip.

He didn't want to be in his booster. Didn't want to hold my hand to cross the street. Wouldn't hold hands in HUGE crowds. Wanted this to eat, not that. Didn't want water, he wanted juice. Someone pushed me, touched me, looked at me, blinked at me. OR didn't. You name it, and he was mad about it. I've never really threatened my kids with police before. But I'll admit that on this trip - I did. Mainly because his howling was out of control. And disturbing the peace, no matter where you are, is illegal. Right?

Peter got some good action shots of me putting his harness on him. Guess what? If he'd hold my hand, he wouldn't have to wear the dumb thing anyway! Please note, it's something like branding cattle with him.

HE GOES LIMP!

HE TRIES TO RUN and is CAUGHT.

HE TRIES TO FALL OVER!

TRIES TO RUN AGAIN!

FINALLY CAUGHT! Look at his clenched fist and the giant scream coming out of his mouth.

Overall, he really did a great job on this trip. But there were certianly times each day that were a challenge for he and I. One day in Paris, he wouldn't hold my hand, so I tied my scarf on his belt loop. We got a lot of looks. Kind of like the people are doing here.

Also on this trip, he was our bathroom problem. Which at three is a given. He went to the bathroom in more desperate places than I even knew were possible. Even on the Metro once. Nope. They don't actually have bathrooms on the Metro. That was a bad night.

Sol won't remember this trip. He saw things that many people only dream of in their lifetime. Sometime's I'd say to him, not that he can even begin to understand, "Talk about a trip to Europe being wasted on a three year old!" But, what are you gonna do? We had our good days. And our bad.