La Famille (The Family)Category
Sir Renaissance, Lady Jennie, Young Lady and Young Knight, and Petit Prince – all the stories of us.
Extreme fatigue, coupled with a period of intense business, propels me to post a bunch of pictures that the grandparents will love (and perhaps a few others who might think my kids are cute), thus saving my words for Monday. Share this:
There have been a lot of things going on over here. I finally accompanied my children on a class trip, proving that there is some hope of redemption for every mother. Each year the town hall organizes a cross country race and requires invites the children from all of the schools to participate. I … Continue Reading
There is only one reason to put up with snow. Kids. (And Kids-at-Heart). And dogs. Hunter is a hunting dog – an epagneul breton. As an adult he will need to run 3 hours a day. He will be disappointed. My friend Claudia said he was gangly. It’s true, he’s a teen. He tried to … Continue Reading
My mother-in-law has been taking dance classes called “expression primitive” for years now, which is a sort of natural freedom animal-y movement, accompanied by a tambourine and the occasional grunt. Her passion for this class has always been met with fond indulgence and hidden smirks by her five sons. However, when she offered to take … Continue Reading
Dogs are gross aren’t they? I mean they transform my garden. They eat pigs ears and cows ears and beef intestine. Hunter ripped open the bag of beef intestine (panse de boeuf) and scattered the fine stinky crumbs all over my living room rug, just moments before all my students arrived. I had to whip … Continue Reading
You know how it is when you give birth to an innocent dewdrop of a baby, and everyone else’s kids suddenly become gargantuan monstrosities that revile and disgust no less than the giants in Gulliver’s Travels? Well, my sister came to stay with us with her petit chou (little cabbage) of a newborn and managed … Continue Reading