The French Invasion

Today on the way home from dance class, Bailey and I spied 5 or 6 men in identical, black berets walking ahead of us toward the Dart. Bailey said, 'Hey Mom! French guys.' Me: 'Bailey, you can't stereotype based on hat choice.' Low and behold, as we came alongside them, they were speaking FRENCH! Then, when we got on the Dart, we sat down by a couple. Yep, they were speaking French, too. I was rehearsing what I would say if they asked me a question. It wouldn't have been a very long conversation! Thanks to Jola, Bailey and I will be fluent any day now.

Happy 45th Scott!

Making Viktor and Shay watch Bon Qui Qui. Don't ask.

Blowing out the candle on the massive PB pie failure of '12. Last time too much sugar, this time not enough.

Denise's little helper.

Photos by Ashlyn

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A '1' and a dinosaur candle for the other '1.' Thanks Viktor!

 

Being sung to in a restaurant is always embarrassing.

Birthday waffles!

In true Karnes' style, we made Bailey's birthday last three days. We started Sunday after our regular worship time, going to the movies Monday evening with Karolina, sleepover, TGIF lunch, and rounding off last night with Jo coming over to watch the kids while we went to English class. Happy Birthday Bailey!!