Back safe, home again

We're back home in Milan. It's raining (and sometimes snowing). We survived Charles de Gaulle (Terminal 1, where the inter-EU flights come and go, is SO MUCH BETTER than all of that insanity in Terminal 2).
In the superhero department, Kevin survived three extended Owen-keepings: 45 minutes or so while Laura and I rode Big Thunder Mountain Railroad on Tuesday; a little more than an hour while Laura and I went up the Eiffel Tower on Wednesday; and five hours Thursday while Laura and I went into town to go to the Louvre.
This was the third time I'd been up the Eiffel Tower. I'm not sure I'll do it again, at least until Owen's old enough to care -- and then I'll take him up once if he's really lucky and promises to never ask for anything ever again.
It's lovely and all, just a bit overdone. I like it just as well when viewed from a distance (such as from the Tuileries Gardens across from the Louvre).
In the Louvre, Laura and I decided our lives would be a lot easier if we had the services of their Parthenon-model-builders at our disposal. Theirs was so much cooler than ours.(Yes, that's Laura peeking through.)
Disneyland Paris was all kinds of different sorts of fun. Laura has outgrown the concept of getting characters' autographs and Owen isn't old enough to care, so we didn't have to stand in any lines to see princesses or anything. We did see Mickey Mouse while we waited to be seated for Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, though.This was a slightly more successful photo than the one Buzz Lightyear took of Owen and me later in the week. (Yes, Buzz Lightyear really did take this photo himself. I think he was trying to convince Owen he wasn't going to eat him or something. Owen was unconvinced.)
Laura has become quite the scary-ride-rider. Well, at least she's willing to try everything once. She still hasn't done Tower of Terror, but she seemed to enjoy Space Mountain (the Paris version apparently is much more intense than the California and Florida ones). In other words, she's way more into the big rides than I am. I suppose there will come a time when I'll be the odd woman out as far as they're concerned. But for now, I've got company while the "big kids" are off riding things that would make me sick.
So it was an action-packed but non-traditional Thanksgiving week. I hope all of our friends and families had their own kind of fun wherever they were.
And now back to real life ...