We've been working on potty training Aidric since returning from France. It's been three long and sometimes frustrating weeks, but I think we're on the back side of the endeavor now. I swear Jess potty trained herself, the dampness and mess bothered her and she moved quickly and smoothly into big girl underpants. Aidric on the other hand, is unbothered by the wetness and mess and is completely nonplussed as to what all the fuss is about. The whole diapering system seemed much more efficient and worked for him. The French part of his mind firmly believes that ‘if it ain't broke why fix it'. Though we made some progress when he was presented with Spiderman big boy underpants, and keeping Spiderman clean seemed a noble goal. We have photo documentation but I will not share it with you here. I won't embarrass him that way and I choose to save the incriminating evidence for his first girlfriend.
Instead I’ll share with you some random photos of the last few weeks.
This is a recently unearthed family photo, most of you won't know these people, but those of you who know them will get a bit misty.
The bride's siblings. We thought that the boys all bore a striking resemblance to the Bush family. Perhaps they're all Irish too.
The bride and Paula and I at the wedding.
Sean and I had the most amazing desserts at a small restaurant in St. Cirq La Popie. Sean's was a simple chocolate ice cream and mine was Pears William.
Place du Tertre just around the corner from Sacre Coeur. We had breakfast at the little cafe on the right (coffee and a croissant) and bought a small painting of this very view from an artist in the square.
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