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Fireworks



We celebrated the 14th of July, Bastille Day, at the beach watching fireworks with our Argentinian friend Norma. Anna watched perched on Scott's shoulders. The last time she saw fireworks was in Nice two years ago. We had taken the train from Paris, gotten into our room, and rushed down to the beach to watch. Justin was enthralled. Anna was not.
She didn't love it this time either; she mostly wanted to eat and go to bed. Too bad firework holidays never occur in the winter. We could watch the show at 6pm, get the kids home, fed, and to bed by 8pm. Sure, it would be a little cold, but we could bundle up and cuddle...Back to reality... the fireworks ended at 10:30, we walked home, ordered pizza from an Italian place across the street, and the kids were tucked in by 11:30.
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Hurray for well-written books about fascinating and inspiring people.
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Cleaning out the warehouse at work.😊
Helping my sister fetch Loki. Puppies are good for the soul.
We’re sorting through all kinds of stuff, including French children’s books. Reminds me of how very, very hard we worked with Anna on reading in France. And she just surprised herself by being able to still read aloud in French.
I needed essays last night and after three false starts with books I have appreciated that are on my bookshelves, I pulled this one down. I had forgotten the beauty here. And I like the look tonight against the cardinals on my pajama pants.
Anna made a tiny bookshelf out of clay today. I asked her if she was going to make books to go on the shelves. Not long after, she showed me these teeny tiny creations.