We made it and are slowly getting the kids back on French time. They have had it the hardest adjusting to when it is day or night thanks to a mild case of jetlag. Boy Blue was terrible during the flight from Cincinatti to Paris. He became so frustrated that he threw his pacifer as hard as he could and hit the gentleman sitting in front of us right on the back of the head. My boy has a good arm unfortunately for the other passenger. After a couple hours he fell asleep for most of the trip back to France.
I feel good in France. Everything is the same and I feel right at home. I did lose a little of my French but am sure it will come right back. I still understand but have even more trouble speaking.
The girls have been speaking in English even more than when they were in America. I think they are intimidated. Once they start school it will be fine. I only wish they would stop speaking English to their grandparents. They speak French with Vilay so I do not understand why they are speaking English with their grandparents. I am not worried because I know it will all work out.
France is still as beautiful as I remembered.