If a picture is worth a thousand words…

Then you’re going to have to be content with a thousand words.
‘Cause I got no pictures.
What a week.
I blame the baby. She started off the week sick and decided to cry off and on during the night a few times, sleep in our bed a few times, kick people in the face a few times [...]

Curse you all-glass, totally see-through front doors!

We were sitting down to breakfast the Saturday before last.

The dog started barking.
Mr. French went to the door.
They appeared to be either sales people or Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I was wearing this.

I really wanted to take a shower.

My bedroom is on the other side of the all-glass, totally see-through front doors.

Our maple tree is aflame but my living room is not.

Don’t you love fall?
You were all (all four of you, thanks for playing) good guesses. I didn’t really give you much to work with.
Since I’ve been thinking about it for well over a year, I’ve considered a whole range of colors for the living room and front hall. It’s a very open floor plan (you [...]

What you can’t see won’t hurt you.

Mr. French went out to the car last week and made a little discovery.
He had his suspicions.
Just to make sure it wasn’t the boys, he brought them out for a consultation.
He asked them if they had or knew who had torn this tissue into little itsy bitsy pieces.

C looked at it thoughtfully and said, “No, [...]

We got our weekends back.

I have to say, the worst part of traveling back and forth between two places is that we never really had a restful weekend. Fridays were always busy with packing, and driving, and then unpacking.
We spent Saturdays working and being busy; doing all the things we should normally do during the week, but that we [...]

I’m on a roll.

The boys have started drinking hot tea with milk. Or as Mr. French likes to say, “Milk with a little tea.”
He doesn’t really approve, even though he claims to be an anglophile.
The other night, one of the boys had a cup of tea and since we were with some friends, one of whom is a [...]

I think she needs a demotion.

Since turning the big number one, Felicity has made a few decisions for herself.
She:
Started walking.
Abruptly stopped nursing.
Turned into a Screaming Banshee.
Took a bottle of milk for the first time in her life.
Went back to being her happy, smily self again.
Started fast walking. (i.e. “running” with short toddler legs)
Got new shoes.
Decided that sitting in chairs, church, [...]

You said that already.

I can’t remember when it became obvious, but J does not like chocolate. In fact, we’re almost convinced it makes him sick. And by sick, I mean it makes him want to empty his mouth of the stuff.
Once Mr. French took him (and his brothers and the dog) to a store (to buy dog food) [...]

If moving is my hobby, shouldn’t I be good at it by now?

She said, after realizing that she had grossly underestimated the time, effort, and stress of the latest move.
‘Round about 10:30 p.m., Mr. French said, “Somewhere, somehow, we got something wrong here.”
At least the hard part is over.
I would like to be here.

But instead I’m here.

10 points to me for finding my camera cord!
(in the bathroom, [...]

Well, if that’s the way you’re going to bee.

As many of you know, we live in two places. (all at once! we’re so special!)
We go back “home” every weekend. (we’re soooo hip and cool.)
This last time we were home, I went out on the back deck to clean out my vacuum canister (Wait? I have to clean two houses? by myself?!)
and I noticed [...]