Thursday, January 18, 2007

6 MONTHS

This is her asleep.This is after she woke up. Here she is, on her half birthday, in all her glory.To acknowledge both us of surviving the adventure for this long, we will celebrate by serving her meat tomorrow, per Doctor's orders. Sorry to the veggies reading this.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Soup's On

Okay, every once in a while I feel compelled to post about what I originally started this blog for - ranting about the French. Or rather, presenting and analyzing the mysteries of cultural differences. So here goes with 2 totally unrelated things.
First, We have started having a minor roach issue, despite my Romanian cleaning girl and my obsession with sanitation due to the bébé. A man came to spray. He was so in love with his job as a roach-sprayer, I could barely get him to shut up and not holler at me over his shoulder about all kinds of intimate details about roaches that, frankly, no one needs to know. I said "I'm sorry, but my baby is asleep, do you think we could discuss this a bit more quietly?" He said "sure. And don't worry about they neighbors hearing you and finding out you have roaches - they do to! They called us to spray a few weeks ago. That's why you've got them now!" He chuckled away and was quite jolly while telling me this and clearly thought it quite funny.
And story Number Two, certainly of a less frivolous nature: Tonight on the port of Nice in front of a massive church which you see and hear from my apt, there is a big protest going on. Now stick with me here while I explain. Every Weds night, a charity group sets up shop in front of this old church and hands out soup to the homeless - a soup wagon, so to speak. It is pork soup. Now a national judge has banned this group from handing out the soup, because it is pork-based and thus discriminatory against Jews and Muslims, who cannot eat pork. So naturally there are those on one side screaming "For god's sake, repeal the ban and let the charity give the hungry people the damn soup!" And then there is the charity group itself, mournfully regretting that they cannot give out their soup (or so they act). Then there are the charity-organization haters, screaming at the charity things like "You bunch of lousy racists! You are all going to hell, you and your damn pork soup!". And finally the homeless people, who, seemingly, just want the soup to accompany their several bottles. What the average passerby wouldn't know is that the judge who made the ruling did so because this "charity" organisation is in fact a nationalist Jean-Marie Le Pen-type right-winged group called "The Solidarity of the French", and they purposefully serve pork soup so as not to feed the "non-French". They try to get away with not outwardly admitting it but that's the deal. On their website, it even says that they will not give dessert and other accompagnying food products to anyone who doesn't eat the soup--sort of like saying clean your plate or you don't get the cupcake. This is to prevent anyone who wants the rest of the handout but can't eat the soup (i.e. the Jews and Muslims) from getting anything at all. Then they are the people screaming "Where are the damn non-pork soup-wagons? Why is it always the Christians who have to feed everybody? Why are the Muslims running their own 'hallal" soup wagons and the Jews a kosher one?"

I re-state that these are unrelated stories - there are no roaches in the soup, one would hope.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Posing




Some friends who know me well accuse me of posing for a camera. I'm slightly alarmed to say that, while not yet 6 months old, Estelle seems to have a bit of a chip off the old block.
Today when I took out the camera she immediately stretched her arms and started smiling. Maybe she thinks my Nikon is another family member?

Saturday, January 13, 2007

"I think, hmm, Charles Hamilton may get it!"

If you get that reference, you know where I'm going with these photos.....
Estelle, surrounded by little boys, vying for her affection - or at least her hand to kiss/fingers to chew on....


This was yesterday's "Galette de Roi" party - eating pastry cakes filled with Frangipan - a paste made with almonds. It's the "king cake" of the New Orleans mardi gras for those who know it. Cut it open, and whoever gets the bean, or little statuette, gets to wear the crown. The period of "galette de roi" lasts from Epiphany to Mardi Gras - in other words, lots of calories. But these babies (there were 8) were none the wiser whilst checking each other out. Estelle was much more interested in someone else's rattle.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Sho-Lo's & Tennesse Top Hat


These are Estelle's new favorite things - the magnets on my fridge of men with mullets. In this photo, she's talking to her friend, Squirrel Pelt.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Under the gums!

If you look closely, I'm sure you can see the teeth that simply must be lurking under the surface. Hence the constant drooling and off and on fussiness!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Dig In

Back in sunny Nice after 9 days without a speck of sunshine in the north. I spent my first Holidays with Thomas' family in the Loire and my first not in Vermont. There are too many differences to mention between how home and my adoptive country celebrate Christmas, but why bother with details, let's just cut to the chase -- look at the desserts.
Temptation Number One: The Buche de Noel
Had I been allowed to ram the whole thing down my throat, I probably would have, sinfully divine!

Temptation Number Two: No idea what it's called, but there was a LOT goin' on in there, and it was all good stuff.

The difference is that everything is in moderation, with reasonable helpings, and sprinkled with champagne, foie gras, etc. Hence no fear to get on the scale, unlike the previous 35 Christmases of my life......

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Talbot's Girl


Here's Estelle in one of her 400 cute outfits that we got as gifts. Luckily we also got lots of bibs, because otherwise this outfit would look like one big spit-out of carrot purée.
The good news is that as of Tuesday, Estelle has a new cousin, Heather, who will inherit all of Estelle's wardrobe, whether my sister-in-law likes it or not! Heather joins brothers Wayne and Cole, who can't decide what is better: Christmas, or their new sister.

Monday, December 18, 2006

5 months

Another milestone: Estelle eats something other than milk and her toes i.e. homemade apple purée. She devoured it.
To celebrate, she partied with her friends LuLu and Maxence.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

I Accept


Sometimes all it takes is a college roommate's boldface dare on your very own blog's commentary to get you to do things your husband never knew you were capable of. Touché!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

No Plantar's Warts Here




Don't tell this girl she can't have her toes AND eat them too.
I think this counts as Milestone #2 but who knows. I'm impressed with the flexibility, frankly. I can do that too, but I'm not quite as graceful about it.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Milestone #1



It's official. She rolls over on her own, all by herself, and can prop herself up and look around. She was pretty interested in that other baby she discovered in the mirror.However the glee doesn't last too long, as after awhile she starts to drool or shreik or both - see this last photo for a visual of that kind of moment. Bit frightening look to tell the truth.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Electrolux? No.....Fire!


Last night at 8 pm, I came out of my kitchen where I'd been cooking up garlic and onions, thus had the range fan on and the kitchen door shut, oblivious to anything else going on in the apt, and this is what I saw. Thomas in his pyjamas with this man. Who is he, you may ask? Why, one of our local firemen, naturally.
Each year around this time, they go door to door, all over the country, selling calendars. Ours is complete with photos of the French Riviera on fire and various states of disarray. Note the wallet in Thomas' hand. By "donation", you get one of these lovely calendars. I wanted to invite the guy in and hear his life story. 8 pm, going door to door! Can you imagine?
Just one of the many things that make life interesting living over here. Plus, let's discuss that uniform. He was proud as a peacock to have his photo taken by an "American".

Sunday, December 10, 2006

It's beginning to look a lot like....


Estelle's new boyfriend, Alessandro, half French, half Italian.
Born about a month before her; they got together at a holiday tea yesterday to check each other out.
Bellissimo! And below, Estelle's new favorite thing, a "Teething Bling", looks like my jewelry but is secretly a teething ring. A gift from my friend Shannon in where else, the land of opportunity and creativity, the good ole US of A.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Papa Content


I don't know who is happier - Thomas to see Estelle again, or me to have a computer and broadband.
Alive and well as of yesterday afternoon, back in Nice after what can only be called a whirlwind Queen's tour of Vermont. For those I never called, I apologize - but when you have 10 siblings, and your mom is one of 16 and your dad was one of 6, well, you get the picture.....

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Dial-up


With Dial Up, all you get is one photo!
Estelle is on a whirlwind tour of visitors every day, after making it thru her first Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Recent Photos

Here are some recent shots!




Friday, November 17, 2006

hallelujah, wireless!

Desperate times, desperate measures! I am sitting in my car, outside the Glover Town offices, connected to the wireless internet on my sister's laptop.
some recent photos:




Friday, November 10, 2006

Estelle and Estelle


Here is Baby Estelle and the Original Estelle, my aunt, who drove 4 hours in the driving rain to see her namesake. They fell in love with each other......

Friday, November 03, 2006

Vermont Vacation


Wayne and Cole playing with "Uncle Estelle", which is how Cole refers to her. He hasn't grasped the cousin concept yet!

Walking with my sister-in-law Darlene and my nephews Wayne and Cole and the baby in Darlene!

Estelle on Halloween!

Wayne holding Estelle

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MR. MOOSE!




Some babies go trick or treating on Halloween. Mine goes down to the Moose weigh-in station to visit her uncle Cedric the wildlife biologist and gets her photo taken with a real "live" dead moose, all chopped up. sorry for you faint of heart out there. But it is Halloween, after all.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

One for the Road




A few shots of daughter and Dad before we hit the skies without him tomorrow.
Here's hoping I make it across the Atlantic with a 3-month old without too much trouble.

Don't look for much action on this blog for awhile; needless to say, there's ain't no wi-fi in Glover!

p.s. they are watching soccer together. Thomas' team wasn't winning if it isn't obvious.