Here's Estelle pretending to cut Paul's hair.
The hair cutting was using forks from her kitchennette.
Pierre, 12 yrs old, captivated Estelle by drawing stories for her.
Last night I surprised Thomas by calling in the babysitter and going out. We joined Craig and Doug and another couple friends of theirs whom we know rather well for dinner in the very trendy Mougins village. Lots of laughs.
This morning we were at the beach at 10 a.m. with a thermos of tea, croissants and a "ficelle", like a baguette but smaller, thinner and made of flour that is less "doughy". I brought jams, yogurt and bananas and we baked in the sun for 45 minutes before we couldn't take it anymore.
Estelle enjoyed walking along the edge.
The old diving platform that is closed off but in summer the local boys swim to it and climb up the side of the rock to jump off. Terrifies me.
The beach was empty except for divers, swimmers and kayakers. Here you can see a man who just walked up out of the surf in a wet suit and peeled it down to his waist. He was like the Muckle Man crawling out of the sea. Impressive.
Lots of dumping of water. Meanwhile, does anyone else's husband wear a button-down oxford dress shirt to the beach on a Sunday morning?
Back at the ranch, some cooking to do.
Meanwhile, in pregnancy news, I have been not-so-gently encouraged to put my feet up to ensure I make it to 37 weeks. This was a hard pill to swallow but now after digesting it for a few days, I'm kinda looking forward to slowing down a bit earlier than I expected to! Let the "nesting" begin!Here's Estelle and Thomas playing with blocks yesterday afternoon.
