Greeting from the land of teething and potty training and all manner of glamorous tasks! The baby and I are in teething hell. He is cutting  at least 4 teeth, and is again getting up early to nurse, and my  sanity is on the brink. THE BRINK I TELL YOU!!!!!!  Whatever I know your just here to look at how cute my kids are.

Ha! I am shameless! They are cute aren't they? Anyway this week was very, full. I continued with my "French Women Don't Get Fat" obsession. I nearly gave Nani a heart attack when I parked in the outer rim of the parking lot and announced "French women walk!". I have been noshing on dark delicious chocolate and  taking short strolls with the boys. I was floored when I stepped on the scale and had lost 5 lbs. WHAAAA??  VIVA LA FRANCE!!! I am in love with this book.  

I shopped at Publix for the first time this week. Y'all I had NO idea that Publix was so awesome. I feel like Publix deserves it's own paragraph. They treated me and my kids like royalty. They put my groceries on the belt themselves. They walked me to my car and loaded up my stuff for free! Big shout out to the awesome 3 kid  buggies. They boys were in heaven and quickly pronounced them "Awthum". I feel like I need to publicly end things with  WALMART and Food Lion. BUH BYE y'all. Also WALMART if you want to keep customers  you might try keeping the store stocked...with food. Just a tip.

I have been cleaning and decorating like a mad woman, because y'all French women have clean, decorated houses. I am cheating my way through the decorating part because that gene seems to have skipped me. Anyway I have committed to better housekeeping in general, for many reasons, mostly selfish ones like weight loss. The family is enjoying my efforts.

Gabe was having a really grumpy morning, and after a few too many suspicious minutes of silence I found him like this.

Just as long as your comfortable, Nala, that is the important thing.

Poor kid just needed a nap. I promptly deposited him bed. He was insisting(LOUDLY) that ( BLUBBER SOB WHIMPER BEG) "I DONT WANNNNA GO TA BED"  4 year olds are not so very big after all. Speaking of tantrums, I have given birth to a drama king. It all started with  these.

I was time to cut the boys fingernails and toenails. I was not prepared for the epicness of Gabe's dislike. He wailed, he sobbed, he drooled, and snotted, he bargained, and begged. He was a giant baby. I could only laugh, and do my best to continue on with the cutting. After witnessing this blubbering display, Ethan approached his cutting time with a whimper and a look of concern. He sat on my lap and reluctantly let me hold his hand to cut his nails. I made the first cut. He looked up at me in surprise, laughed and said " Ha Gabey silly."  

 I have no idea where he gets it from.