The Wonderful Wheeler Whirlwind

We have been so blessed this past month to have a literal flood of family come and visit. Apparently all you have to do to spend time with those you love and care about is move someplace as exciting as La France. Here are some of my favorite photos from our time together with Jason’s family.

The fun began when Grandma Susie and Grandpa Charles traveled all the way from Hyde Park, Utah to come see us (especially the grandkids.) Amazingly, they brought beautiful Spring weather with them. The blossoms came out as soon as they arrived, and it didn't rain until they were walking back to the airport bus.







The next day, Aunt Chou arrived the trip from Brooklyn, New York (our BMW is convinced that it's "her" city.)



The fun continued on the day following when Uncle Ben arrived, along with Uncle Lance, who is studying abroad this semester in Poitiers, France.




While it was admittedly a bit crazy trying to squeeze so many people into a one-bedroom apartment, we had a great time exploring Lyon and enjoying one another's company.






There's no better to way to pass the time when waiting for the train than to make one of your own.



Watch out, Papa Charles! It looks like Talia's dripping...



All clean!


One of the highlights was the road trip that we took to explore Lance's home court in Poitiers. What a beautiful little city!





The girls really liked the carousel in the park. As a Mom, however, I was less than thrilled when my daredevil Talia decided that she wanted to ride shotgun and climbed over to the front seat in the middle of the ride!



Of course, the scenery that we saw along the way to Poitiers was as pretty and memorable as the city itself.






Make way, Baby Belly coming through...



All in all, the time passed far too quickly--kind of like a whirlwind that left everyone a bit tuckered out.



But ah, what sweet dreams the memories will bring!

April Fools!

The April Fools spirit has struck our home. It began when Talia left an unspeakable "present" in the bathtub, right while I was in the process of washing Brooklyn's hair. Ewww! Brooklyn, however, got her revenge when we took an hour and a half bus ride to see the medieval town of Cremieu. Two minutes before we made it to our destination, her tummy decided that it had enough. Nothing like tossing your cookies on public transport... Finally, after two and a half months of intermittent striking, my students finally managed to shut down the entire school. I arrived to teach class yesterday, only to find the entrance blocked by a literal barricade (and a grumpy security guard). Were it not for the security guard, I probably would have climbed on top, waved a flag, and started belting out a medley from Les Miserables.

After many years of naughty April Fools pranks, I guess this year the joke is on me...

Happy Birthday, Jason!

Yesterday we celebrated Jason's 29th birthday. It's crazy to think that the very first time Jason and I met was over ten years ago! In honor of the occasion, I thought I'd share 29 lesser-known facts about my darling hubby.

1.

Yes, I robbed the cradle. Jason is eighteen months younger than I am. Fortunately for me, Jason was dating someone seven years older when we met, so his family thought I was a spring chicken. :)

2.

Jason may be able to solve a rubik's cube, but he can't roll his tongue.

3.

Jason secretly dreams of escaping the responsibilities of civilized life and becoming a pirate. He thinks it would be great to wear an eyepatch and bandana and say "argh" all day.

4.

At night, Jason lets me use his shoulder as a pillow. Not only does he tolerate it, after nearly six years of marriage, I think he kind of likes it.

5.

Having never really grown up, Jason still loves legos. Yesterday his eyes lit up completely as he told me about a new lego combine that he saw in the store window. Were I independently wealthy, he would have gotten both the combine and the pirate ship for his birthday.

6.

Jason hates to change diapers. He has a very sensitive sniffer that make poopy diapers positively boorish. The really sweet thing is that even though he hates it, he changes them anyway--without being asked. It's his way of saying "I love you."

7.

Jason drives a manual stick shift very well--at least now. Humorously enough, he learned on our honeymoon after we rented a car. Before leaving, I asked "You've driven a stick before, haven't you?"--assuming that his Cache Valley upbringing had provided plenty of opportunities. Not wanting to injure his manly pride, Jason responded "Yeah," but omitted the "once." It wasn't until he stalled the car three times driving out of Munich that I realized Jason hadn't had much practice. :)

8.

Jason loves to ski. According to his brother Lance, Jason is possibly even more wild and crazy on the slopes than his other brother, Justin--a fact which positively terrifies me and causes me to constantly remind him of his responsibilities as a husband and father.

9.

Jason is a marathon runner. Several months before we got engaged, I watched him finish the Top of Utah marathon with a huge smile on his face. Amazingly enough, he actually sweat in the form of a heart across his chest. We've got the pictures to prove it!

10.

Many years ago, before Jason had fully decided on his undergraduate degree, he told me how he felt torn about what to do with his life--he loved to build and work with his hands, he loved to draw and design, and he loved to teach. So far he's done a pretty remarkable job of combining all three! With an undergraduate degree in construction management, a graduate degree in architecture, and lots of experience as a teaching assistant and Spanish instructor at the MTC, he often finds himself in all three roles.

11.

Jason is the hair stylist in our family. Ever since my first experience cutting his hair ended in tears (mine, not his), he has cut his own hair, and even trims the girls' locks.

12.

Jason is also the true chef in the family, famous his for specialty dishes of cheesecake, rice pudding, and chicken parmesan.

13.

With Jason around, you never need a radio. He recently sang his way all the way from Lyon to Poitiers—a 6-12 hour drive, depending on the route you pick. A warning, however: the Jason Station is almost exclusively dedicated to country hits.

14.

Jason has totally deformed pinky toes, yet extremely artistic hands.

15.

Jason covers up his pinky toes by regularly wearing two pairs of socks.

16.

Those artistic hands create amazing artwork when he has the time (which is almost never.) Here's a picture of the girls that he's currently working on:

17.

Jason talks rampantly in his sleep when he is overtired. I wish that I had pulled out a tape recorder during the sleepless stage of our life otherwise known as Solar Decathlon--his monologues were quite entertaining!

18.

Jason is rather particular about his deodorant. When his favorite brand ran out here in France, he borrowed mine for a week and a half until he had checked all of the major stores to make sure nobody sold Old Spice before finally purchasing a more manly replacement.

19.

Up until the time we got married, Jason was very diligent about wearing his retainer. Ever since tying the knot, however, he has given it up. He says that it makes it too awkward to kiss. (Blush, blush.)

20.

If Jason could be anywhere in the world at any moment, he would probably be backpacking in the Windrivers. Jason is spiritually filled and renewed by the beauty of nature, particularly the mountains.

21.

A budding thespian from his elementary school days when he starred in “The Elephant Child,” Jason continues his acting career nightly by telling the girls original bedtime stories about Bearlemicus.

22.

Jason has a strange habit of picking fights and wrestling those many times his size--a habit that began when sharing close quarters with his 315-pound companion on his mission in New York.

23.

While you don't notice it often on this blog since I usually beat him to the posting punch, Jason is actually a very witty writer. I confess that I first fell in love with him through his e-mails as we corresponded back and forth one summer. Ironically enough, even though I was living in Peru at the time, Jason was the one dodging llamas as he worked testing sprinkler systems at BYU's llama farm!

24.

Jason is a fabulous photographer--a joy which is shared periodically through this blog. One of his biggest regrets, however, is that we lost our camera on the way home from our European honeymoon years ago. In a way, this year abroad is allowing us to recreate those memories--and we have the pictures to prove it!

25.

After 6 1/2 months in France, Jason has come to the unbending conclusion that he prefers Spanish over French. While he used to greatly romanticize the French language (probably because he originally learned it to impress a girl he liked), he has decided that he prefers a language where you actually pronounce the letters that you see.

26.

Jason is extremely generous and lets me borrow almost anything--even his toothbrush in case of dire emergency. However, he wisely draws the line at lending his favorite pen, as I have an uncanny talent for destroying writing utensils.

27.

The extrovert of our partnership, Jason is the social butterfly who enjoys organizing dinners, get-togethers, and other social gatherings.

28.

Even though Jason occasionally complains about being outnumbered in the family, he really likes his little girls. I don't think either of us will know what to do if this next little one turns out to be a boy.

29.

Jason proposed twice to me. (I was kind of caught off guard and needed a bit more time to reflect the first time.) If I'd known ahead of time how much fun married life with him would be, I would have caught him off guard by proposing first instead!

Bon anniversaire, mon amour!

Mousely Invasions

This past week, we have been delighted to have Jason's family come and visit. While we didn't stress too much about getting the house in perfect shape before they came, I did make a valiant effort to pick up and do some basic cleaning.

Imagine my horror, then, when I came home late after work on Thursday and learned that a mouse had run out from underneath the couch when Jason's Mom was making it into a bed. A less wonderful mother-in-law might never forgive such a horrific welcome. Fortunately, mine is very forgiving with a good sense of humor.

A note to any future guests: while up until this point we haven't had any troubles with animal invaders (we hardly ever see even a flea or a spider), we make no guarantees, as there is always a first time. Murphy's Law apparently dictates that the unfortunate victim just may happen to be you! :)

Happily Dressed

Our "announcement" blogpost has elicited some good questions that I thought I'd take a moment to answer.

1) Will our baby be born in France or the USA? Barring any unforeseen emergencies, this little one will be American. If calculations are correct, I will be about 31 weeks along when we fly back, so as long as I can convince the airlines that I'm not 41 weeks, we should be fine. :)

2) Did Brooklyn really notice that I was pregnant before I did?
Nope. Sorry, the last post was too vague. I've known since the beginning of January when the stick popped up with that little plus sign (some things don't change no matter where in the world you go.) Jason was in Paris at the time, so I e-mailed him a little movie to share the news. It's embarrassingly cheesy, but I'm feeling daring so I'll share anyway...
Back to Brooklyn, when she noticed my growing belly at six weeks, I was A) horrified to be big so soon, and B) not quite ready to share the news, knowing that she would immediately make it public knowledge. And so, I tried (rather unsuccessfully) to convince her that it was simply fat.

3) When is the expected due date? The ETA for this little one is September 12th when calculated with a French wheel, and September 10th when calculated American-style.

4) Are we having a boy or a girl? We don't know, and we probably won't find out. The ultrasound technician actually asked me last week if I wanted to know the gender. After a tough moment of deliberation, I said that no, we'd rather have a surprise. She smiled and said that it was "plus magique comme ça." (By the way, I was utterly shocked that she could even make a prediction at twelve weeks!)

All in all, pregnancy in France has been quite the cultural initiation. After having two kids, you'd think that I would know how it's done, but in many ways, everything is shockingly different in a new system. The French are notorious for their copious paperwork--well, apparently even a pregnancy isn't official without it! Your first pre-natal visit culminates in a formal "declaration de grossesse" that consists of several colored copies of this form that must subsequently be mailed off to the respective government offices before the end of month three. Heaven forbid you forget to mail in your forms, as your baby might never be born! (The actuality is even worse--you might have to pay for your pre-natal care, labor, and delivery...) By the way, does anybody else find it rather ironic that the word for pregnancy in French is "grossesse?" It sums up in a nutshell what pregnancy feels like at week 38.

Moving on, as soon as you learn the news, you need to call the hospital and register for the "accouchement" right away because the spaces fill quickly. ("Accouchement" refers to your labor and delivery, although a literal translation would be a "lying-in." This usage to me reflects an overall cultural mentality where birth suggests that you settle in and stay a while. Life really slows down its pace for those who are nesting. Were I staying in France, I would get at least eight weeks of paid maternity leave before the birth, and another ten after!)

Of course there is the standard course of bloodwork and lab tests to be carried out. The main difference is that these labs are generally unconnected with the medical offices--you must bring in a doctor's order and set up appointments separately. Coming from the States, I unfortunately have to get blood drawn every month because I have not been immunized for taxoplasmosis. While fairly uncommon in the US, it's a big problem in Europe. Women are cautioned to be particularly vigilant in avoiding raw meat and carefully washing all of their fruits and veggies. I find it quite ironic that in the US I can't eat soft cheese (not considered much of a problem here in France), but here in France I have to be careful eating salad.

The last shocker (and let me tell you, it was a SHOCKER) was my actual visit to the gynecologist. The initial interview was pretty standard, but after the talking was over, she pointed to a chair in the corner and told me to take off my clothes--all of my clothes. Horrifically, she then stood and watched while I undressed. Without the dignity of even a paper towel to cover myself, I then had to parade across the entire room buck naked in order to get to the exam table. Jason, all the while, is still sitting in the room, trying his hardest not to laugh at my positively horrified expression.

I can't even begin to describe the indignities of my drapeless exam. It was seriously one of the most awful experiences of my life. When it comes to personal space, I am extremely reserved. While the gynecologist may have been exasperated with my Puritan prudishness, stating that in France it's much simpler, this was one place where "French-style" will never fly with me.

But wait, it gets worse! After parading across the entire room again in my birthday suit so that I could recover my modesty, the doctor stopped me with my underwear half on and half off. Apparently I hadn't weighed myself yet--she wanted to see this moment of reckoning as well without even a scrap of fabric to hide behind.

The whole ordeal was hideous. It's one of those things that I really wanted to laugh about, but it was so embarrassing that it was hard not to cry instead. To add insult to injury, I then discovered when the bill came that this lady was setting her own prices instead of using the standard pay scale reimbursed by the French government.

Needless to say, I switched doctors. Today I met for the first time with a wonderful midwife. Not only did this kind woman allow me to keep my pants on, but she talked to me like a whole person. Interested in my thoughts and feelings, she addressed my real concerns and offered good advice. Thanks to our positive encounter, I now feel like perhaps I can handle pregnancy in France after all.

The High Price of Ketchup

In teaching the girls about salvation and how it is freely available to all, Jason posed the following question, hoping to illustrate the contrast :

Jason : « What’s something that’s really expensive ? »
Brooklyn : « Ketchup. »
Jason and Kara : Stunned silence, followed by chuckles and snorts.

Recently Brooklyn and Talia have decided to make ketchup one of the major food groups. In a recent lecture about how it is not appropriate to get up first thing in the morning and pour yourself a bowl of ketchup, I really went off on the girls about how ketchup costs a lot of money and should only be used as condiment. Apparently the lesson must have stuck, as this sticky red paste now trumps computers and cars for the highest price tag.

Announcements, Announcements

So about five weeks ago, I was reading stories with Brooklyn when she suddenly interrupted and said, "Mommy, I think you have a baby in your belly." Rather taken aback, I responded, "Maybe I just ate too much food," to which Brooklyn retorted, "But Mom, your belly's huge!

Well, judging by the pictures I had taken yesterday, Brooklyn was right. Our family is quite excited to welcome a new addition this September.




Even more, I am rather thrilled that Brooklyn's prayer was granted when she prayed yesterday that there would only be one baby in Mommy's belly. (With both of my previous pregnancies I felt great during the first trimester, but this time around has been tougher, making me a bit nervous that I was in for a double dose of fun.)

While her prayer may have been answered, I think Brooklyn's probably still in for a bit of disappointment. She explained that she only wanted one baby so that my belly wouldn't get too huge. If past experience serves as any predictor, she's likely to think there's a whole army in there before this ordeal is over... I may have to hire a crane to hoist me up to the third floor, lift me out of our tub, and get me out of our 6 inch bed in the morning. :)