This is Isis.
The kids love her and she seems to tolerate them, even seeking out Son#2's company for his 'cat massages'.
But I think she's a pain in the butt with her 1-a.m.-scratching-by-my-window.
The husband and I sat drinking wine in the freezing air after the boys went to bed far too late.
This morning, they only woke at 8 when Son#3 toppled down the stairs.
I hop from adrenaline rush to adrenaline rush.
Later, when the husband wakes, we'll pack a picnic and head to Rennes' Thabor Parc.
The weather is great.
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The weather is great.
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