I pull on my jogging pants and tighten my Asics Gel Kayano’s for the Supinated Foot. Then I pull a long tee shirt over my million dollar baby weight and head out. I jog past the hedges with the bright orange berries past the funky … tree (is it?), and the persimmon tree past the Q-tip tree. I jog past… Read More
Soup is a very common meal in France. It can be served as an appetizer, but given that the French eat sparing dinners, it’s more likely to be the main course. The most common is a vegetable soup, called “purée.” You take some large leeks. Chop them into rounds and rinse them well to remove the sand. Of course you… Read More
It was time to pick the children up from their new school. I had spent the day cramped in our little bedroom above where the workers were banging away and turning our basement into someplace livable. Our clothes were hanging on a temporary rack in front of the chimney and we barely had enough room to walk in between our… 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
I thought it was time to wrap up my Normandy posts after watching this video (link below). It doesn’t matter whether you speak French or English or neither – I think you’ll catch the drift. Têtes à Claques I’m sorry to be so incommodius as to make you click over, but I cannot share it without violating copyrights. (Plus I… Read More
Yesterday we decided it was time for a trim. Young Lady just needed to be able to see out of her bangs (fringe, if you’re English and don’t know what bangs are). Ah, that’s it brave girl. That accomplished, we decided to go for the bigger project. There was a bit more trepidation in this subject. Okay, the mohawk was… Read More
