There’s something to be said about sharing intimate (or not) details of your life to anyone who stumbles or lands on this page. I’ve had many discussions with people (both bloggers and non-bloggers) about things like a right to privacy for my nuclear family (and even my extended family), sharing images of my son, and even something…
While home in the US, HJ and I had lunch out, just the two of us. He grabbed his fortune cookie first, leaving mine behind. The fortune inside was this…. #13for13 was everything and nothing like I had imagined it to be, but I suppose that is how everything in life is. I set my…
When we moved to Paris, I had no idea where I should look for doctor recommendations. Slowly, as we began to make expat friends, I inquired about pediatricians. The response, over, over, and over again was an American doctor practicing in Paris. Since HJ hadn’t gotten sick, I had no idea who this American doctor…
Has ADHD. I reluctantly hired our babysitter again. To be fair, she seems like a nice young French girl, who has the unfortunate fate of having been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder in a country where stimulants aren’t typically prescribed, but antidepressants are handed out like candy. Marion* babysit HJ twice before, once while…
Story shared by Papa… On Saturday, after you left, I asked HJ if he wanted to go pick out some flowers for Momma, to which he promptly said, “YES!” We headed out to the florist down the street without the stroller in the rain, on an adventure to find flowers. At the first florist shop,…
Our honeymoon marked my second time out of the country, and we set off for Aruba. It was a perfect honeymoon, complete with cold drinks, wings at Hooters, an amazing dinner out at a new restaurant (where we were the only patrons), snorkeling trips, kayaking, and laying on the beach. If you ever find yourself…
October 20th marks our five-year wedding anniversary, the day on which I married my best friend. Our wedding was everything I had ever hoped for… an intimate gathering of 80 of our family and friends from across the country gathered together to celebrate with us. I remember the week leading up to the wedding that…
In just a few short hours, I take my little man to meet his teachers and drop off his school supplies. We’ll tour the classroom and help prepare him for Thursday morning, when Papa and I will drop him off in the morning. Three hours; that’s how long he’ll be gone but it seems like…
This week has been tough, but not for any particular reason…. wait, scratch that. For particular reasons that aren’t so bad, like being far, far away from family members who might need you, work deadlines for Papa, potty training do-or-die time for HJ and I, school translating shopping, and mulling around a lot of “I…
In elementary school, the cool kids were the rich kids, with put-together moms who picked them up from school in shiny mini-vans and served up soft, gooey chocolate chip cookies on perfect little plates when they arrived home. In a sea of navy, hunter green, and knee socks, the cool kids were identified by their…
