Setting sail: Good

A couple of years ago I stopped writing Petit Coin de Parapluie: a blog that recorded the most publishable moments of my life with two small boys. It was time to move on. So life moved on, as it does - the boys grew up and now they are 6 and 4 and only about 1000 times more energetic that the above photo suggests. Then something strange happened. Thinking back (the details are vague to me now), there must have been a brief period of around 3 weeks when French Husband and I felt we were finally on top of things. You know, had emerged from the tunnel, and all other appropriate clichés. We were definitely shifting into a calmer phase: the outlook was promising.

So, at some point during that enchanted 3-week phase, we had the bright idea to produce another baby. And the upshot is that Boy no. 3 (because, of course, it's a boy: the story just wouldn't be so amusing otherwise, would it?) is due any day now.

What made me ressurect the blog? Well, in an ironic reversal of the calm phase that led to the crazy decision to produce another boy, the startling chain of minor yet annoying misfortunes that have befallen us of late has led me to the following crossroads: either write about it... or phone a therapist.
So I'm giving the blog a go.

Just so you're not left wondering about the misfortunes (other than the imminent arrival of Boy no. 3 which - really - we are honestly and truthfully excited about): French Husband became an invalid for 3 weeks after a freak accident involving a bike... the car broke down, got fixed, then was dented by an anonymous bad driver who left a fake phone number on the windscreen... the front door was smashed by a 1-metre tall Superman who believed he could fly through glass. Incidentally, we believe he was encouraged to believe this by his slightly malicious older brother.
All of this within weeks of my due date.
Like I said, nothing too serious.
But enough to convince me that Boy no. 3 deserved his own blog diary.
I'm sure he'll thank me someday.