Jet Leg

Mama-san & I got back the evening before last from a pleasant couple days in the south of France, and we're both feeling the jet lag today. Ironic that we had to fly 14 hours twice in order to get 10 hours of sleep per night for 3 consecutive nights only to come back and be unable to sleep.

Mama told Tai Tai that she was jet lagged and asked if he knew what that meant. He replied, "Is it when you hurt your foot?"

The Waterline @ Metz, France

Daddy-oi here...greetings from Metz, France. I'm here on a work trip, and only for one night. I stumbled around town in a jet-lagged daze for an hour or two this evening and was greatly pleased and amused to discover that our son's name is even more intercultural than we'd thought.

"Taison" in French apparently translates directly to "Waterline". Not sure that's a fabulous sobriquet for our son, but water runs deep in our family, and it could be worse.

More superficially, he's popular here. There's a Rue Taison....

...a Taverne Taison...

From Taison @ Metz

...located naturally enough in Village Taison...

...which has its own history (haven't gotten it translated yet, feel free!)...

...and if that's not enough, there's even a College Taison!


Maybe this means we'll have to bring him back here someday...