Young Lady is the spitting image of me – my replay button stuck when I hear her playing teacher, playing mother, playing general, expounding on subjects she knows nothing about and ordering people hither and fro.  I don’t know how to press the pause button at times and it freaks me out. When we were walking home from school today,… Read More

Sir Renaissance and I occasionally fight, which is not an easy thing to do for such nice folks as us. Now he’s thinking, “What is she talking about?  What is she going to write about?  We haven’t fought lately, and even if we did, I certainly wouldn’t want her to elaborate on it for the public eye!” No, honey, don’t… Read More

Love is several sleepless nights in a row because your children share everything (except their toys). Love is putting down your fork and knife, after finally sitting down, with the delicious steak still in front of you because you hear the siren’s call: 
”mamaaaaan – can you wipe my bum-bum. I have diarrhea (replete with description).” 
The steak seems less… Read More

Petit Prince is getting quite adept at his walker – he almost doesn’t sit down at all, but likes the security of having the seat there should he lose his balance.  All the mothers who are way more concerned about germs and mud and dangerous construction articles in my yard than I am are careful to instruct me that Petit… Read More

Today is Wednesday, my favorite day of the week. Most children in France don’t have school on Wednesdays so that allows time for us mothers to positively interact with our children.  I like to do such activities as teaching them to read in English, arts and crafts, baking together, planting seeds. So today I thought we’d start with some gardening…. Read More