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last night was boo’s “back to school picnic” at the french immersion school. i was looking forward to it in a this-will-be-a-completely-new-experience kind of way. then i remembered that completely new experiences give me anxiety and shoot my already low self esteem even lower. not helping matters was the fact that we went completely american and stopped by Subway for food. it wasn’t that bad when we got there, hubbin had to make a mad dash home for sweaters and jackets. and while i was stuck on the blanket with the baby, lots of people stopped by to say hi.

seems that most people at the school have a french spouse, or a canadian-french spouse. so it was a little disappointing not meeting another non-french speaking family. the people that we did meet were very reassuring. not that hubbin and i questioned our decision about putting her in the school, and we were never hesitant about sending her there, but it is/was a risk. and to hear how well other kids adapted and how quickly they started speaking french was amazing.

and for the first time ever, boo went off and did her own thing while we were around. she usually wants one of us with her all the time, but i guess she knows that the school is a safe place and it’s ok to do your own thing. which is great to see as a parent, but it’s hard to get used to such instant independence.

i met a really nice woman, married to a frenchmen. she reminded me of JCSG, short red hair, glasses, communications major, infectious laugh and just as critical of cindy mccain as we were. her son is a grade above boo. she didn’t ask for my number, but she did ask if we were in the school directory. so that was good.

it’s hard for me to meet new people. i stay at home with my kids, it’s important, but not very interesting. not when the gorgeous architect just got a job in Morocco and the other woman’s husband is Croatian and they had be living in Montenegro for the summer. i pulled out my best frances mcdormand “fargo” voice on the way home, if only to make myself feel better.

just got an e-mail from boo’s new uppity immersion school.

I
AM
SO
EXCITED

back to school thrills are like no other. i can’t wait to see her in her little uniform!

yeah, you sure do. or at least i think you did.

i was in sunny arizona for 10 days, i know, i know. i totally suck. but we had some massive family time that was much needed and that’s really all i have to say about that.

catching up….

had ultrasound the day i left - they check the length of the femur bone for dwarfism. for some people this is a major concern, but for me and my over three foot tall daughter and my over six foot tall hubbin, not so much. we kinda laughed when they told us that’s what they were doing. BTW, the length of bunny’s femur bone puts him about 5 days older as to what we now him to be.

yeah, i call bunny a him, don’t read into it, we DON’T KNOW THE SEX OF THE BABY!

bunny is very active in my belly, it’s neat. but at three in the morning, nope.

baby A is doing well. holding steady, little trooper. he had a hole in his heart that they tried treating with neoprophin, this didn’t work, so they had to go in surgically and fix it. apparently, this type of thing is really common in preemies, but surgery on something that small frightens the hell out of me. he sailed through it though, didn’t bleed as much as they expected him too and every drop counts with that little guy.

i have a strong need to go to church on sunday and put him on the prayer list.

my dad’s 70th birthday is happening on tuesday. we (annie oakly and i) are planning a huge bash for him. this planning took up two whole days of my time in AZ. i know, poor me. but it’s giving me a stomach ache. thankfully, it will all over on tuesday. last year, at this time, we were making plans to put my mom into the ground. we buried her on his 69th birthday. i promised her then and there and i would make this year more of a birthday to remember and celebrate. i don’t want him to use that day as the day he remembers as his birthday.

i’d like to accept this Daughter Of The Year award on behalf of my self. if only adrien brody were there to hand me the statue and make out with me.

back from the land or eire. boo and hubbin survived a week without me and i survived without them. the later is much more shocking, let me assure you.

i am busy doing all the things weary travelers do when they get home. but i am working on picture and what not, so they are coming. promise.