Who is telling the Truth?

Surrounded by moms who rave about being a mom and who write blogs about how delightful it is to be wiping noses and how they wouldn't change it for the world, I, for one, beg to differ. Are they all saints, or all liars? I always feel like some kind of federal criminal around those women.
For 2 fortnights I have been cramming somekind of medicine or other down my kid's gullet multiple times a day, most of it (and subsequent mucus and other upchucks) winding up on me, battling jetlag (ok, fair enough, brought that on myself) and other such nonsense and frankly its not too glam. Having said that, here's the poor kid trying out sledding when we were in VT:

Having said that, Léna is now officially crawling and this has added a whole new dimension to our little family. Like a faithful dog, she follows me everywhere in the apartment, including the toilet closet. Estelle thinks this is hilarious, until her Playmobil stuff is under attack, then suddenly big sis becomes tres possessif. With similar zeal, Estelle got busy last wk chez Aunt Martha, rockin and rollin in her big cousin Alex & Eliza's doll accessory kit. Baby-choking nightmare. Notice it is up high.
It's pouring rain and wind today on Wednesday, the day off from school. We are using the day off to hunker down and recuperate still from our trip. Yesterday I was out teaching/working from 7:30 until 5, guzzling caffeine and occasionally speaking gibberish to my students, who thankfully don't know better. At the moment I am dreaming of a martini. No that's not true, I'm dreaming of sleep. Which I will go do right now since everyone is napping.

Snowy Glimpse

Here we are, 3 weeks later, back on-line and about to (hopefully) fly out tomorrow back to Nice.
5 choice photos out of 250 to represent the past 19 days.
Yesterday a massive snow storm hit Vermont with a foot of snow. The 2 figures are Jacob (left) and the top of Estelle (right, barely visible!)
Last Sunday, Estelle spends one last afternoon in Glover and hits our pond on SKATES for the first time in her life. Great fun!

Valentine's Day: Heather and Estelle with teddy bears from Grammie:
Sliding with cousin Lauren:
Visiting my Aunt Elaine in West Glover:

Wish us luck as we fly back tomorrow. Hope to round out this photo-story of our trip soon.

America, Day One

9:00 a.m. on Friday morning, in the airport in Nice:

Hopscotching our way to the USA

11:00 a.m. on Saturday, bundled up for snow and sun:
Lena was not quite sure about this sled business
Building a snow fort-chateau


REading Blueberries for Sal and other standards with Grammie...
Just the beginning....

America!

We are safely arrived in America!
Flew thru Paris to Boston and now in southern NH with my mom, sister Lisa & bro-in-law Dan.
Both girls were troopers, Estelle was an amazing little side traveller.
We have cold weather -8 degree Celcius! And snow!
Off to Vermont tomorrow!

9 Months of Sisterly Love

A few photos showing the luvvvvvvv! We are at T minus 6 and counting for our trip to VT. I got more stuff to do than you can shake a stick at. Let's hope I hit that plane in one piece!
Léna had her 9-month check-up yesterday. The hefty-ness is slowing down, thankfully! (Though it may not seem like it in the photos). Nevertheless, the doc say "what's the weight limit on those wall-mounted bassinettes in-flight? I'm thinking you ain't gonna cut it."
30 inches and (only) 24 pounds. Datzalottababy 2 b a carryin'!
Speaking of hefty, I am starting to think about Krullers and Whoopie Pies.
These girls are fabulous, in good health, energetic, sleeping well! Léna slept from 7:20 p.m. to 7 a.m. today - thank you Lord!
And finally, a bathtime video with some running commentary.

More Galette! Chez Nous!

Remember those cute invitations we had made a few weeks back? Today was the party!
Estelle has been borderline loony since yesterday with excitement.
In attendance were Cathy, her husband Francois and son Julien, and Carlo, Milla and Marie and their parents.
Just a few shots of everyone with a glass of Veuve Cliquot before we attacked the desserts.Milla's dad Fred made this cake that was decorated with all the kids names. This was a BIG BIG BIG hit with the 4-and-under crowd.
Interesting, I have been caught unawares BEFORE with this group - them giving me presents at Xmas when I wasn't expecting and had nothing in return. Since that humiliating moment 2 years ago, I have been sure to never miss a bday or holiday with this group. Thus inviting them for the Gallette de Roi seemed safe - no gifts necessary, nobody's bday, not Xmas. Ooooooohhhhh nooooooooo, in they walk, bags and bags. Estelle's loot: large butterfly that can be clipped on to anything. Winnie the Pooh memo block. A huge box of colored styrofoam pellets which turn into clay if wet, otherwise just fun to play with. And a ceramic box for putting teeth for the tooth fairy. Lena got a wall clock for her room, a lovely wooden puzzle, and a butterfly wall decoration. Estelle is also getting Marie's old barely used ski suit. Rock on! I said "But, why? I don't have gifts for you (not true I had 3 little baggies all prepared, cute animal glass filled with old fashioned lollipops, thought it would be good to give as a parting 'thanks for coming' gift, thank the LORD I had SOMETHING to give, yowza) and the response independently from each was "Because".
Meanwhile, I had made my Aunt Becky's Black Bottom Cupcakes (again!), and we had 2 Frangipan gallettes, 1 raspberry frangipan, and 1 brioche praline gallette.

Simultaneously, the 4 terrors got into every nook and cranny in every room in this apartment. Poor Julien tried his best to keep them under wraps. Here they were locked in my bedroom:
Milla's plunged off the viewfinder on this one but they were up to no good!
Later I found Carlo in Estelle's makeshift wardrobe. This proved a great fort.
Meanwhile, these 2 gals fell in love with Estelle's newly made and changed bed, and they wouldn't get out. Hilarious. Look at the glee on Marie's face, and Milla looking right at the camera knowing she is full of mischief.

My batteries died and then I didn't get any more shots - but suffice to say we pratically had to throw them out at quarter past seven! 5 kids + 5 couples + 4 hours = awholelottacleanup. The good news is fun was had by all and there's lots of leftovers, including bottles of champagne!

Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

The other night I put on Stevie Wonder's Inner Visions from '73 and Estelle came out of her room and just started doing this funk dance that I had never seen. She could have cared less that I was watching. Here's a still shot of it which is lame but it's all I got:

Full splits are no problem for this baby- photos below don't do her justice cause she is right up there with any top cheerleader, a real "T" with right angles -slightly alarming. So much so I didn't get a photo!

Post-nap time today, waiting for Estelle to wake up:


As predicted on the video, tonight, getting her to STAY in bed is proving challenging. It's 10 p.m. and she just came out of her room for the 3rd time - reminiscent of my niece Sara who 25 years ago would chuck her teddy bear down the stairs into my sister's living room to announce that she was about to make an appearance despite the fact that she was to be asleep.
Ah, youth.

Jibber Jabber

Is it me, or is she ugly as sin? Can barely look at her she's so homely.
And such a grouchy baby too.
So unphotogenic.
This time, I really mean it - this is 5 minutes of baby blubber. It's the Grandmother and Auntie Special! Boring to anyone else. Not even a witty aside from moi.

Home Movies

Only watch this if you REALLY have nothing else better to do with the next 5 minutes of your life.
Here's what happens to us after days and days of rain and cold.

Thomas' comment in the last seconds is telling:
"When you ask Julie to do something for a show, it never ends."

Playpens and Dollbeds

We decided to break out the wooden playpen we had been given as a gift for Estelle from Uncle RiRi and see what Léna thinks of it. However Sister #1 was more excited than anybody about it.Meanwhile, we prepare for our own Galette party in a few weeks. Here are the invites I made with Estelle using old crowns. Quite clever if I do say so myself!

She looks loony in the photo but she was cute as she went off to school the other morning:
Meanwhile, Baby has a new bed, gift from my mom - the greatest little doll bed hand-made complete with a mattress, pillow, pillow case, coverlet and crocheted baby blanket, all handsewn by some 100-year-old lady in mom's church group. The bed is the bottom of a Whitman's Sampler chocolate box. Love, love, love it. It stays on the bottom of Estelle's bed, "where I can see it"
Tonight at dinner, Estelle pointed to her soup and said to me quite matter of factly "This soup tastes like Vermont." Stunned, I asked "Why?", and all I could get out of her was "because." I approached it from many angles and I kept getting "because", or the occasional, "just because", and one time "because it does".

Meanwhile, Thomas videoed the playpen's inauguration:

Galette de Roi - The Madness begins....

As if we don't eat enough during the holidays, it just gets worse in January in France - thus begins the endless "Galette de Roi" parties. In my previous post(s) you've seen the "King Cake" with it's feve/bean, and crown, etc. Yesterday afternoon we went to another at my friend Chantal's in Biot, near Antibes.Chantal is one of 11 children just like me. She is #7. Her sister Nadine, #4, was also there with her German husband Otto, who became an American citizen 35 years ago. They lived in America 20 years but have been back in Germany for a few decades and have a 2nd place in Biot. We had some very interesting conversations around the Galette.
Surprise surprise - guess who got the crown!
In fact with larger galettes, there are 2 feves and 2 crowns. Here we are - 2 queens.
Here's Chantal making funny faces for Léna....I know of 2 more galette parties we've got in the next few weeks...stay tuned...yikes.

New Year's Eve

Any respectable French person starts the new year off right: by eating foie gras. On the 31st, we went out, without kids, to a gathering at our friends' Pierre & Iris here in Nice up in the hills. They had embarked up on making their own foie gras this year! Succulent! Above - spreading the famous foie gras on toast. Below - other delicacies on canapés, courtesy of Iris (who is Italian) and her friends. I got to practice my Italian for the 3rd time in a week. Bellissimmo!
Dove habitate? Italian, italian, italians - interestingly, the Italian tradition on New Year's Eve is to wear something red because it brings good luck. All the Italians at this party had red, somewhere on them.
Out on the terrace at midnight, looking towards the Mediterranean - my friend and theater buddy Philippe examines his champagne.
Meanwhile, ringing in the New Year with style, though she is slightly shriner-esque looking:
And lastly, enjoying some last moments with the older generation before their departure the next day.

And for the family members who have nothing better to do with the next 3 minutes of their lives: Estelle singing "I've Been Working on the Railroad" in the tub. The angle is bad but I was trying to keep it from needing to be censored!