On this, the 3rd anniversary of Jacques’ birth, I am nastalgic.  I was thinking back to 3 years ago and the flurry of activity (or non activity at certain infurating parts) leading up to his birth, and then the utter exhaustion that followed.  It makes me sad that the time has flown by like it has.  Last night, while lying in bed, noses touching, I had the following conversation with the monkey.

Maman: “Jacques, do you realize that 3 years ago you were spending your last night living in my belly?”
Jacques: “Maman, I have 2 Eggos living in my belly.”

I think we’re even.