How can a person not be excited about going to Paris?
I could name a few reasons why.
For some reason airport security has a thing against wheelchairs. My wheelchair was deemed ‘suspicious’, and my accent was just a little too foreign, all though I saw the TSA giggle a little when I said ya’ll.
Then I had to be rushed onto the plane because “handicapped people must get on the plane first” which is basically just a polite way of saying that I take the longest to be put on the plane.
I have to sit in a special chair which seems ridiculous to me. There are two people who can lift me until we pick up my wheelchair in Paris.
The chair is crazy uncomfortable and they strap you in so tight that you can barely breathe.
Somehow I managed to take a nap on the plan, but then I was awaked by my father’s snores.
After what seemed like forever we finally arrived in Paris.
It took us a minute to find our hotel. Grandma Shirley was so upset when she had to find another hotel to stay in because her regular one wasn’t wheelchair friendly. She was so upset that I personally am surprised she didn’t kick me off the trip. Another thing Grandma Shirley was upset about was that she had to search forever to find a place that had a wheelchair assessable van. Grandma Shirley complained to me so much that I almost decided not to go on the trip at all.
But the view from the Eiffel Tower made it all worth it.
I’m just glad you have to take the elevator to get all the way to the top :).
The Louvre was just as good, and the food in Paris is amazing. They serve cheese after ever meal which was a bummer for me being lactose intolerant and all.
I took so many pictures that my parents had to buy me a new camera card half-way through the week, and yes I filled up the camera card before we left late Saturday.
But in my defense Virginia insisted that I take lots of pictures and it’s not my fault that I took her at her word.
I couldn’t think of anything as snazzy as Christmas Everyday for my blog so I just called my blog Natalie, plain, simple, and straight to the point.
The trip to Paris was amazing and a great break from life, because little did I know that life was about to spin even more out of control.
And it didn’t all start with the smashed windows and gunshots, or Mr. Stewart’s death. It all started with Bennet crying.
We didn’t arrive back into the states until around three P.M. on a Sunday. We didn’t arrive in Florida until around dinnertime. Frankly, I was beat. All I wanted to do was sleep and eat breakfast around midnight. I was seriously jetlagged. My body clock adapts really well to new places and time zones but takes a while to change back.
When we pulled up into the B&B driveway, we found Bennet crying over a graffitied Mustang.
“My car!” Bennet cried.
I stared at his car. It was covered in some strange shape. Was that the state of Florida?
Noel didn’t really seem to get that the car was ruined. She looked at the car blissfully. She then looked at Bennet. Tears were streaming down his face. I could tell that Noel was trying to discern if Bennet’s tears were of joy or sadness. She was clearly feeling joy about the damaged car; Bennet was clearly upset.
“Pretty,” Noel said to no one in particular. She started rubbing the car as if she wanted the strange symbol to rub off on her hand.
“Pretty?” Bennet repeated with anger in his voice. “Pretty!”
Noel looked at him strangely. Everyone walked into the B&B too tired to hear Bennet’s sob story. I stayed though. I wasn’t really interested in the car per se, but I was interested in Noel. It had become very clear in the passing months that Noel’s perception of the world was rather different from mine or anybody else’s. Almost every day she shared something with me that made me look at the thing in a whole new way. When we went to the Louvre, Noel could not be pulled away from the Mona Lisa. I, of course, found the Mona Lisa interesting and admired her beauty and went to look at other things. Later on I asked Noel what she found so interesting about the Mona Lisa (I had to ask several times because the first couple times she wasn’t paying attention to me and the other times I could see she did not want to socialize).
“Smile mystery,” Noel smiled. “It took sec but figured what thinking.”
“And what was she thinking?” I asked confused.
“That smile of happy woman,” Noel said walking away.
I was surprised at that. I always thought that Mona Lisa wasn’t smiling at all. I thought the look on her face was serious and stiff, but Noel thought the smile was a smile of a happy woman. I lay awake all night thinking about that one.
“Ya, pretty,” Noel smiled. “Did this you?”
“Did I do this?” Bennet asked angrily. “Of course not! Why would I ruin Betty?”
“Who Betty?” Noel asked looking around for some girl.
Her ecstasy turned into anger. It was hard to tell if Noel and Bennet were a couple. He took her along on a group date once, but she didn’t enjoy it. She told me later in few words that it was too noisy and that the entire time that she felt pressured to say something. Before this I questioned if Noel truly liked Bennet, but seeing how jealous she looked at the idea of Bennet ruining some girl made me believe without a doubt that Noel was in love with Bennet.
“Betty is my car!” Bennet cried clearly fed up.
“Oh,” Noel said relieved. “What’s ruin? Still good car just some scares.”
Bennet looked at Noel with surprise and understanding. His tears stopped and he reached to hug Noel. Noel squirmed in Bennet’s arms as if she was being suffocated.
“What would I do without you?” Bennet asked.
“Cry,” Noel said finally breaking away from Bennet’s arms.
Bennet laughed and rolled towards the house. Noel followed, but I lingered.
I looked closely at Bennet’s now redeemed car. There was something so familiar about this strange shape. As I peered at it I became even surer that the shape was the state of Florida. Then I saw something that made my blood go cold. Inside each and every one of the Florida’s was one word: Santa.
How can a person not be excited about their Mom having triplets?
It was a couple days later just before Valentine’s Day. It was Momma’s twenty-one week appointment. If everything went well today we would find out the triplets genders.
There had been much debate about the triplets’ gender for the past couple of weeks. Virginia and Megan wanted three girls, while Yule and Bella hoped that all three of them would be boys. Noel, like Momma and Daddy, said that she didn’t care and just wanted healthy babies. Darcy shrugged it off and said he didn’t care, but I had a feeling he wanted all three of them to be boys. Bennet took the Noel approach and said all that mattered were that they were healthy. And me, well, I hoped at there would be at least one boy for Yule, but I would like one girl to be in there. The third one could be a boy or a girl and I’d be happy but I’m not saying I wouldn’t be happy if it didn’t turn out like that.
“Is that stuff cold?” Megan asked as they put that gel on Momma’s tummy.
“A little bit,” Momma said.
The room soon filled with the sound of the babies’ heart beats.
“They’re moving!” Megan cried looking at the screen.
“Yes, baby, they move,” Momma smiled. “I can feel them too. Don’t you feel them when you kiss my belly?”
Megan shook her head no.
“They’re all in good positions to day,” The ultrasound person said, “and I’m pretty sure of their genders.”
We looked at each other. Excitement was clear in all of our eyes.
“Baby A, I believe, is a girl. Baby B and C, the twins, I believe are boys,” The ultrasound person said.
I tried not to scream. I was the only one, who expressed their option, who got what they wanted. Somewhere in my heart a whisper told me that this happened just for me.
We children watched wide-eyed during the rest of the ultrasound. When the ultrasound person tried to get a picture of Baby C’s face, he put his hands in front of his face causing us all to laugh.
“So now that we know,” Abby said to Momma and Daddy, “will you please tell us what you thought.”
“All I’m going to say is that your mother has never been wrong,” Daddy said starting the car up.
“You’ve never been wrong?” Abby asked Momma. Momma shook her head yes.
“I just knew Yule was a boy. I was sick day and night,” Momma said in a disgusted voice. “I couldn’t think about getting into a car without getting sick and feeling dizzy. I was so tired that I had dreams about naps.”
Yule, who looked a little embarrassed, laughed.
“I was perfectly fine in the car with both Noel and Natalie and morning sickness wasn’t all that awful so I concluded that they must be girls,” Momma smiled. “And they were.”
I smiled; Noel’s face screamed “What does car and morning sickness have to do with anything?”
“And this time I was very tired but able to function. I always feel queasy in the car especially if I’m driving, but I don’t always vomit nor do I always get dizzy. And surprisingly, morning sickness hasn’t really been a problem. I remember throwing up twice in November because of just feeling sick. So I thought there were two boys and one girl,” Momma said. “And until they’re born, I will remain at the finish line waiting for my prize.”
“And you Dad?” Abby asked.
“I’m never right,” Daddy mumbled.
“You thought they were all boys,” Momma said. “You only got one wrong.”
“But I was wrong about Abby,” Daddy said, “so that makes me 0 for 0.”
“You thought I was a boy?” Abby asked. Daddy gave a sheepish smile.
“Up until you were born we called you Larry,” Daddy said.
“You were going to name me Larry?” Abby asked outraged. “I hate that name! Zach wanted to consider Larry but I stopped him before he could utter the Y.”
“And now we know why,” Daddy said focusing on the road.
That made even Abby laugh.
“I thought you said you weren’t finding out,” Momma said looking back at Abby.
“We aren’t,” Abby said. “But we’re going out of our minds trying to think of baby names. We’ve decided if it’s a boy we’ll name him after Zach, but we can’t think of any girl names!”
“Speaking of baby names,” Jaci said, “what names have you picked out.”
I groaned. Back when I was sleeping with my parents, Momma would keep me up at all hours asking me about Christmas themed names.
“I like Holly,” Daddy said.
“Mistletoe,” Momma said stubbornly.
“Never,” Daddy said shaking his head no.
“How about Mary?” Jaci asked.
“I’m not naming my girl ‘bitter,’” Momma said.
“How bout Merry,” I said.
“Were you not listening?” Momma asked.
“Not M-A-R-Y, but M-E-R-R-Y. Merry. Happy,” I said.
“That’s a name to think about,” Daddy said nodding.
“Love!” Bella cried.
“That’s cute,” Momma nodded.
“Eve,” Noel mumbled.
“That’s an idea,” Momma said.
“Hey, there’s two boys in there. Let’s not spend all our time on girl names,” Yule spoke up. Momma and Daddy laughed.
“What do you suggest, mister?” I joked.
“Natalio,” Yule suggested.
“I don’t know. We already have Natalie and Natalia,” Daddy said.
“Then how bout Rudolf?” Yule joked.
“I like it,” Megan said.
“Um, no,” Daddy said.
“Christian?” I suggested.
“Cute,” Momma smiled.
“Emmanuel,” Jaci said.
“Nicholas, Nick, and Nikki,” Abby said.
“Why don’t we just name them Santa, Santalle, and Rudolf?” I joked.
Daddy and Yule howled. Momma giggled. Noel, Megan, and Bella didn’t get the joke. Jaci put her hand over her mouth. Abby was not amused.
“Larry,” She muttered.
I had a feeling that joke was going to come back to me.