The top 5 questions since we've been home

Many people have asked us a lot about our life in France, For my benefit I am going to log a few of them.

#1 How was it? It was awesome! It was the best growing, learning experience we have ever had. The things we saw and learned there will be memories we talk about forever.

#2 Was it hard? YES- it was very hard and for the first 3 months I wondered what I was thinking and I must be the worst mother in the world to make my children endure this, but as time progressed it got easier and we were able to face each new challenge head on with our heads up. The children cried a lot about going to school but I knew it a success when they were crying the last day of school because it was over.
When I say hard, our life in America is just convenient, for instance: the grocery stores are open 24 hours and you can pull up and park right in front of them for free. Not the case in France, there are a few that don't shut down in the middle of the day, but 8p.m. is the latest and you need a lot of change for parking. Everything in France just takes a little more effort, a little more planning and a little more time. Once you adjust it's not that big of a deal, it just reminds you how easy we do have it in the USA.

#3 Did the children learn French? Yes they did. Many people told us that within a few months they would be fluent- if you are planning to do something similar to this prepare yourselves that it takes a little longer than that, more like 5-6 months. At that point they could understand almost everything and say nearly everything they needed to.
It was complete immersion for them, so I guess after sitting in a classroom for 6 hours each day it eventually sunk it. They were so happy when they could communicate with their friends and teachers.

#4 What will you miss the most? This is very difficult question to answer because I cannot narrow it down to just one thing. We will miss many things such as: The food, fresh baguettes and pain au chocolate, our dear friends, everyone was so kind and helpful, and all the family time we had together- that was priceless.

#5 Would you do it again? YES in a minute. If Mark gave me the word I could have us packed and ready to go in 24 hours.

Jour de départ-Day of departure

July 9, 2008
The last night in our beds in France-I made sure I captured every ones last night of French sleep.

Coming and going we were full to the brim-14 large checked bags and 14 smaller carry ons.This will probably go down as one of the most bitter sweet days in Reed history. We were excited to be heading home-but so sad to be leaving this wonderful life we had created here.

I guess it was good to have some anticipation of going home, otherwise we may not have been able to pull them out of bed-everyone was a little sleepy.
The taxi arrived right on time. When I told him over the phone how many people and how many bags he assured me that we would all fit in one vehicle. I had my doubts-but Charles didn't let us down, everything fit.

Sophie looks happy here, but about 15 minutes later she needed a sick bag. The driver took us on the back roads to avoid the traffic, but they were windy and didn't agree with Sophie.

It was a good thing he had big side mirrors, he couldn't see a thing out the back.

Arriving at Charles de Gaulle.


Checking in. Mark is a Medallion member on Delta, so we hoped that might help us get a few extras with such a big group, but NO. Mark was actually on another flight and try as we might to get us all together it just was not meant to be. He was on the direct flight and we got to hang out in Houston for 8 hours.

When we were checking in we had 2 booster seats that we had brought with us, but because we flew Delta first and then Air France coming and just the reverse coming back Air France was not as easy to work with with the boosters. With Delta there is no charge -Air France there is an extra 200 euro each fee. They were not going to budge. Mark started running around the airport trying to figure out how to get them home for no charge, but time was running thin. I was waiting in line for security with the kids, but it was taking him a long time. The line started getting longer and longer, but still no Mark. Pretty soon you couldn't tell where the lines started (that would make perfect sense if you have ever been in a line in Europe, there is no such thing.)

Finally Mark arrived and had success somehow checking the boosters. Now all we had to do was get through security. A few security guards came to the crowd and told everyone to move out of line and that we would have to wait while they checked out a problem they were having. We were nervous we wouldn't make our flight. People were pushing and shoving at this point, but we were positioned well to get back in line. They started letting people with small children through the ropes one by one, but as soon as the rest of the crowd saw this they started jumping over the ropes and it was chaos like I have never seen. You just had to fend for yourself and forget any rules you have ever been taught about taking your turn. WOW- that was an experience. We made it and said good-bye to Mark and prepared to board the plane to the USA.

I felt lucky that they were such good travelers that it was not hard to be alone with them.

Our flight to Houston was picture perfect, each child had their own TV screen in front of them, so except for a few bathroom breaks it was quite peaceful.

I knew our layover in Houston was going to be quite long and so I had packed a few surprises to help keep the kids occupied.

The first things we did was find somewhere we could buy a smoothie. The kids were dying for one, lucky for us there was a kiosk in the airport and so we were able to satisfy every ones taste buds.Our body clocks are a little off and we were all getting pretty tired.

Everyone was so nice and patient through a very long day.
We made it- we are in Salt Lake City, Utah!

The sign behind them said, "Welcome to Salt Lake City" right before I snapped this photo (that's what I was going for.)
Annie and Jesse were so grateful they had packed their robes in the carry ons, they were freezing on the last flight.
What's more comfortable than being in Grandmas arms.

Yea!! Grandpa!
One last haul of a million bags.

Our darling neighbor made this great "Welcome home" sign for us- it was so fun to pull up and see our little house with the big sign.

The neighbor kids made this for our kids. It was very exciting

but at 1:30 in the morning we couldn't go tell them how much we loved it.

My dear sweet mother! A few weeks before we came home, she told me she was making rolls and I told her I could almost smell them over the phone and that was the one thing I couldn't wait to eat was one of her delicious rolls. Well because she does what she does, she had three beautiful pans ready to go in the oven- so, yes at 1:30 in the morning we were baking yummy homemade rolls.
It didn't take Jesse long to slip back into old ways- before we knew it she had on dress ups and was downing a creamie. The best part was what was written on her stick when she licked her last drop. It read "It doesn't get much better than this".

We still have the stick taped to our microwave, it will always be a reminder that at that moment our life couldn't possibly get any better!

Stay tuned-Spain could be next. See you in our next dream!