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Sometimes we can hear the girls running carelessly through the house, giggling and carefree as they belt out sing-songy tunes about flowers and bears, twinkling stars. And there are other times when our wives are laughing so loudly that the house sways in their amusement. Even as my son cries, the world seems to stop in a mad dash to see who can ( Read more... )

He doesn’t call me Jacques or even JV the way some of my closest friends are prone to doing in momentary lapses of their better judgment. I don’t have a tacky nickname like Speed Racer or Le Champion, even just as a fleeting fancy. To Patrice, I am just Jay and he’s the only one who calls me that or is even allowed to ( Read more... )

If you've ever spent any time in Paris during the spring, you never forget the way it smells like a cross between fresh rain and well worn sweat that lingers on flesh from mornings spent between sheets. That is when I first met Amélie, while recording part of my CD in Paris. She stood in the recording studio and smiled at me from behind the glass ( Read more... )

Things have been insanely busy around the house since the baby was born. We've already had to fire a nanny because Johanna thought that she was too cruel to Jules because she let him cry too long after a nap. Why she couldn't just get up and get him herself is beyond me. So this is Nanny #3 (I fired the first one a long time ago because she didn ( Read more... )

Un jour où l'autre tu arrivas, que tu sois le mien ou celui de quelqu'un d'autre je t'aimerais autant. Que ce soit le sentiment de te sentir en moi ou de sentir tes petites mains dans les miennes cela ne changera en rien le fais que je te désire près de moi ( Read more... )

I guess all of the hoping and threatening finally worked.

Jules Villeneuve was born last night at approximately 8pm and he was 6 lbs. 8 oz.

I would say you can read about it more here but I just told you all they did. I promise a real update about this very, very soon, you know, after we've all slept for weeks.

Salut et merci d'avance.

I'm going to ay this and I really and truly mean it from the bottom of my heart but if this child isn't born soon, I'm gonna have to choke a bitch.

My patience and kindness towards this situation have just about run out.

In the meantime, please suggest to me some new friends to read while I wait.

Merci.

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