|Tallulah and me unloading in the no snow.|
Just as we did for the last two years we'll be driving up to Tahoe most weekends. I think of those winter journeys back and forth as sacred time to really get to know my kids, to delve deep into our inner thoughts and really talk about our lives. And after five mins of that, the kids put on their earphones to watch psych, leaving Kevin and me in the front happily singing along to dorky Nineties radio stations.
I did grab the chance to tackle Harley, 14, about not being involved at his new High School. Now football is over, his new sport is coming home and winding us all up.
Harley: "You're wrong, I'm in the French Club."
Me: "Kidding me! But you've never studied French, what on earth do you do there?"
Harley: "Everyone brings in French food, it's always a banquet. They give us France books."
Me: "But I've never seen you take in any food."
Harley: "I bought in a couple of croissants the other day. Got them while I was waiting for the bus."
Bingo! Or rather Bingeaux! I spent the rest of the weekend torturing Harley with my Franglais. You simply cannot pass up that kind of opportunity with your children. Enchante!
I've also had a lot of fun helping my dress designer friend Lesley look for props and locations for her fashion shoot on Wednesday. She'll be shooting at our house for two days, but needed other backdrops. Walking around the neighbourhood we found two vintage cars...
|One of our neighbour's cars...|