Salut mes petits cochons, it’s me, Mademoiselle Met. I am still here, still in France, albeit a little more pureed dans la tete than I was before. What can I say, it’s hot down here and the availability of un verre de rosé (or two, or three) at lunch (and dinner, and in between) doesn’t […]
After we endured Le Grand Schlepp aka 16 hours of driving to St. Tropez, I exited our car sans any feeling in my legs but avec a wealth of newly accumulated completely useless wisdom:
When you are stuck between volatile childcare arrangements, too much to do and too little time to accomplish any of your smaller and greater plans, it’s easy to forget that behind the clouds, the sun is shining. I have been taking some time off – off the computer, off bars raised too high and off […]
We’ve only been back for just over two weeks, yet it feels as if our month in St Tropez is nothing but a distant memory. Between getting the last bits around the house done (remember, I used to live on a building site not too long ago), clearing out the new nursery (it’s our private […]
St Tropez surely isn’t the first place that pops into mind when speaking of beach holidays with children in tow. However, for those who don’t want to change their usual vacation habits, the beautiful little southern French village and its surroundings offer more family friendly spots than you might think. And not all of it […]
That’s it – I’m coming home. Tomorrow will be the day to pack bags, desand beach toys and finish off the three last lonely ice cream cones that linger in the back of the freezer (fear not, I’ve got two very eager helpers readily at hand). It feels as if we’ve been away forever, and […]
I am trying to compare this pregnancy with the first one and am surprised how hard I find remembering the details. I can only hope that all things baby stuff will come back to me much more naturally. Alternatively, I am going to be in for another shock of nuclear catastrophe sized proportions.
I am thirty-six today. I am the happiest I have ever been – truly ‘bien dans ma peau’.
Now. How am I going to break the news to Big M that I won’t go back unless the weather changes?
Yikes, I can’t believe I am well into my 29th week already. Where did the time go? It feels as if the magical blue line on that stick only appeared a few days ago; yet I am supposed to hold a newborn baby in my arms in ten weeks time. I remember people asking me […]
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