It's been two years since we visited France.  We loved it.  We thought, somehow, that all would fall into place with our plans.  We ran into red tape.  Infamous, gnarly, defeating, French red tape.

We're only just talking about this grand plan of ours once again.  D has been leading hikes with the AMC for two years, building experience.  G has built a homeschool community and is busy with the boys.  The boys have grown and grown and grown.  They are now 8, 6.5 and nearing 3.  We've moved house, lost teeth, broken bones, learned to read, and begun to speak French.

One of our very favourite pictures from that trip:

My Dad with the three boys sitting in front of the bread oven in the middle of the courtyard.