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, [...]

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) [...]

When being the parent doesn’t mean you always say the right thing.

Or, When are the real parents going to get here?
So the other night, C threw up. Unexpectantly. On the couch. With no movement towards the bathroom whatsoever.
Besides being annoyed that he’s eight years old and should know better, I was confused as to why he was also very upset and crying about it. Until I [...]

Seven Silly Snakes or something like that.

S is 7 years old. 

He asked for a “snake cake”.

I used this site for inspiration.
And then I added a mouse because I know what boys get excited about.

Happy Birthday, S!

How to dress like a frenchman

(Otherwise titled, To Grandpa, Thanks for the shirt. Love, J)

A Misunderstanding of Epic Proportions

Or How to make your mother FREAK out.
I feel I must provide you with some backstory as I’m not the type to overreact to injuries. In fact, I’m not even the type to give sympathy for most injuries and if my children feel their injury somehow deserves sympathy, they go to their father.
This summer we [...]

Isn’t this how first time parents are supposed to be?

(Intro here. First birth. Second birth.)
For our third child, we were living in Maryland and had decided to use a birthing center about ten minutes from our house. We were told that the third baby is almost always the “odd one”. They don’t typically follow the labor pattern set by the first two. In spite [...]

And then Mr. French redeems himself.

(Intro here and firstborn story here.)
When I was pregnant with my second child, I woke up the day before my due date not feeling well. I was tired, crabby, and had no appetite. I didn’t take a shower and didn’t even bother getting dressed. Even though it was February in Chicago, our apartment was well [...]

You’ll just know.

Intro here.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I wondered how I would know when I was really in labor. And the answer I always received, along with advice about the difference between Braxton-Hicks contractions and the real ones, was that you’ll just know. It’s good advice, really. But better advice, I think, would [...]

The shaggy-headed boy finally gets a haircut…

And, incidentally, a bath.