aka Pizza Hut

I caved & got a Facebook account. It's been pretty good, so far. Anyway, I got a "friend request" from a high school acquaintance & was looking at her profile. Cami walked up & saw the photo. "Who's that?"

"Somebody I've known most of my life, but haven't seen in years."

"Is her name Pizza Delivery?"

Who I Am

Graham was just helping me spread the cinnamon-sugar mixture onto cinnamon roll dough. He was doing a really good job of putting the mixture on bare patches, so told him, "You are a good cook."

Then, remembering that he'd told me recently, "I the chef!" I asked if he was a good cook or a good chef.

In his cute little boy manner he patted his chest & replied, "I not a cook-chef. I Gam. Just Gam."

Mind the Gap

Guess who gets a visit from the Tooth Fairy tonight?

Wet/Dry Vac

Rose, as established by Cami, is a vacuum cleaner. I was just cleaning up a milk spill. When I put the cloth down, she grabbed it & started to wipe up, too. "What a good helper!" I praised. Then she began to drink the milk from the cloth.

One Step, Two Steps

Three running steps toward Jason. Then Rose collapsed at his feet. But the walking barrier has been broken. Yea for Rose!

(Keeping the kids quiet during church just got harder.)

What Appliance are You?

Cami just called to me while I was in the basement, "Mom, I dropped the grapes before I washed them & Rose is eating them -- she's like a vacuum."

The State of the Economy

One of my favorite things about living here is how easy it is to avoid chain-store shopping. Even in the States I preferred to shop at locally owned stores: the florists who knew my little family & loved to show Cami how they wrapped up her flowers; the gift shop & toy store owners that were siblings. And my favorite way to spend a Friday: Highland Park farmers' market.

Now we have a bigger range of mom-&-pops. There's the local fruit-&-veg stand where the owner always gives the kids raisins, dried apricots, or anything else they want to sample. The coffee shop/import food store where we grab last-minute cheese & pasta & they have researched how much it would cost to order Torani vanilla syrup for me. The hardware store whose owner bought a house on our street in the 1980s for 17,000 pounds. And the sweet & stylish grandmother at the "dress agency" whose tiny granddaughter had chicken pox at the same time as Cami.

I really value that personal connection. And it isn't always social. Being able to chat with the proprietors has proven educational. Like today. Jason and I went to the butchers. I tend to ask questions of the experts. Today it was whether or not the special price for minced beef was available. And the answer was it isn't. I asked if it was because of the was season: now is the time for spring lamb. The butcher smiled & explained that normally the spring lambs have a peak price early in the season, but since we are heading into summer, they have usually dropped by now. But because the British pounds is low compared to the Euro, French buyers have bought up all the lambs, keeping the local price up.

I've never before gone shopping prepared to buy beef & had world economics determine that I'd come home with pork.