In my post about D-Day, I wrote, “In 1942 the President, along with his Joint Chiefs of Staff, coordinate strategy with the British. Winston Churchill foresees that the key to overcoming Germany is to enter France through the formidable Normandy beaches – as unfriendly as they are, they are the least heavily guarded. Churchill orders the construction of massive beachheads that… Read More
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 six of the grandchildren for… Read More
You know, there have been cupcakes lately. Cupcakes at the baby shower for Gilda (my friend back there in the armchair by the window) who got completely spoiled (deservedly so) in a shower which we had so much fun decorating for Guess what she’s having? And then we had cupcakes at Sugar Daze You know, Cat’s place? over in the… Read More
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 to still love my children…. Read More
The French word of the day is pousser. It’s pronounced poo-say and it means “to push.” It also means” to grow” (as in plants), and it also means “to grow up” – as in – what kids do. A related word is poussette (poo-set), which means “stroller,” and now that Petit Prince has gone and pousser-d, we are leaving the… Read More
What’s this called? What’s it used for? Any ideas? 😉
