I'm lazy and Alex takes really good pictures...

Hola. No, I'm not having kids yet, but don't they look good on me?

I have been galavanting happily over this land, far from denying my true social-butterfly nature, and just haven't made the time to write about it. Alex and I are living life to the fullest and it's glorious to see France through his "just-off-the-boat" eyes.

Life truly is settling in here for me, which is why, I suppose, I feel less inclined to document every single delicious detail.

Nevertheless, my photographer and wordsmith man is doing a better job for the both of us than I could do for me right now, so check his blog out, and you'll dig it the most, baby.

We spent a proper weekend in Paris together, checking out a sight, strolling the streets, and spending a night with some gorgeous babies and yummy Moroccon food.

After, we headed to Bordeaux for four days. My job is tops! There was a nation wide strike last Thursday, so I had five days in a row off. We went to visit my friend Sebastian and had a wild ride!

I started tutoring at the community center this week, which was so refreshing. Everyone I worked with was warm, open, and happy that I was there. This is not stereotypical Creusois behavior.

Alex and I did a little splish splash in the pool and then stayed up late eating dinner and being giggley lovebirds.

I also started tutoring two girls from the area, whose parents are paying me (the other gig is a volunteer position). We'll see how it goes!

My brother Nicky comes NEXT WEEK! We're going to Barcelona for a whole week and then to visit Auntie B#*$!& and Uncle Marc in England for a few days. We're gonna check out a Minneapolis band in London, which will blow my socks off!

In honor of the beloved family dinner, and in celebration of the multitudes coming to visit, and thanks to Kendra's friend Vanessa (who we visited in Prague), Kendra, Alex, Nick, Kendra's friend Jess, and I will be attending Sunday Dinner at Jim Haynes house in Paris on March 1st.

I read to my kids this week:

The End

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

(From Now We Are Six, A. A. Milne) (Thanks, mom).

France is my six.