It’s not easy to find colored sprinkles in France, but when you do, they’re gorgeous. So perfect for making those garish sugary confections. Aah, how I love being American. Yum, yum. So perfect for building imaginary castles for the animals. Aah, how I love being a mom! Merry holiday baking everyone.
Yesterday I looked around at various piles of mess that had accumulated everywhere and realized with dismay that I didn’t care whether they were cleaned up or not. I didn’t see the point. This happens to me often. Every … oh, I don’t know, thirty days or so? For the last 25-30 years? Sir said you’d think I’d see it… Read More
It seemed fitting to start linking up with the Wordless Wednesday posts, considering that mine seem to be getting less and less wordy. While I don’t think I’ll run out of things to say any time soon, sometimes it’s nice to just quietly observe. This lazy morning photo (no school on Wednesdays in France) of Young Lady waiting to leave for… Read More
« Chance » does not have the same meaning in French as it does in English. It means « lucky. » It’s another one of those false friends, like « deception ,» which in French means « disappointment, » and not « deceived .» This Sunday, in spite of a blooming cold and laryngitis, I celebrated my 41st birthday. It was lovely and simple. I threw out my low-carb diet… Read More
What to do on a cold grey Autumn day with a toddler? Ha! Gardening. See my barren strawberry patch turning red? I didnt actually know strawberry plants did that. Let’s hope they see a better April. Petit Prince. Petit Priiiiiiince. Hello! Where are you going? Aaah. You’re going to sweep. Helping mommy are you? Aaargh. Yes, I know it’s heavy…. Read More
A year ago, I wrote one of my very first posts about Petit Prince’s first birthday. He was called Peanut back then on my other blog, and you can read the story here if you weren’t around in the early days. Last weekend my baby celebrated turning two! There was candy, of course that let everyone be two again. (We… Read More
