Armistice Day. It’s a national holiday here.

This morning it rained, but it’s lovely and sunny out now. My daughter is playing with Auguste, who has a favorite toy. (An eviscerated soccer ball) He runs after it, grabs it, then tries to sneak it into the house. He’s not very good at sneaking. One method is to run as fast as he can (with his short stumpy legs he doesn’t go very fast!) and try to rush into his dog crate. But the door is too small for the soccer ball, and he always gets stuck, which gives us a chance to swoop in and grab it. (And throw it back outside.)

Here is Auguste running into the kitchen. You can see the hallway where my son leaves his running shoes, and where my daughter tossed her rollerblades and backpack. The blue bed is the dog’s bed in the kitchen fireplace. Can you spot the picture of my husband and me on our wedding day?

My daughter throws the ball back into the garden – Auguste is ready to go get it!

Here’s the photo of Stef and I on our wedding day!

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