We’re back home since yesterday afternoon, a bumpy bus ride brought us all the way across Paris to Pantin. Max joined in later that day, and today Lise will complete the super-sized family. Mother and baby are doing just fine, and a new routine is starting to kick-in. Some more télétravail, and some less sleep. All good.

Effi is here! Thursday morning nine fifteen, and she was handed over to us. Brave Mathilde traded a baloon belly for a sweet little baby, time to get to know each other. Finally.

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Max is 8. Ten more years and…

Routine all over, soon to be broken by the upcoming vacances scolaires. Nephew Valentin was in town over the weekend, allowing for some tourism (cycling across Paris to the Eiffel tower with the kids). The cold is back, winter is coming. So are some days cycling somewhere nowhere with friends this weekend, and a good week of renovation works in Burgundy. The baby is growing (fat), and the housing situation is no better with climbing interest rates and little to no market liquidity. The world keeps falling apart with growing anger and hate, and all there’s left to do is waiting for the next big bang crunch, eventually leading to heat death. Unfortunately the latter would mean even more unbearably cold temperatures, something I cannot look forward too. I’d rather choose global warming, now!