Thursday, 3 December 2015
I started noting down Nell's lovely mispronutsiations a while ago and some of these have actually now been corrected (sob) but I would like to record them anyway, because they make me smile.
They are these:
babbit - a rabbit
papple - an apple
zique - music
Zazique - Alix
diddybird - a ladybird
bees - a bee, or bees (as in one bees, two bees...)
yo / yorta - eau / water
pingu - a penguin
bupperfly - a butterfly
egg - a strawberry (why, Nell??? that's just weird!!!)
bong bong - a sweet (think about the French translation...)
wincey spider - a spider
pumpkin king - a pumpkin (thank you Nightmare Before Christmas)
In fact she's now starting to really string words together:
I'm doned it/I'm liked it/I'm found it
I will fall - no!! - I will not fall!!
I'm make a poo - yup, nothing but 100% organic, fair trade, hand-crafted poo around here! (the same goes for farts)
I'm luff mummy (be still my beating heart)
Sunday, 29 November 2015
Owen is currently growing himself a rather resplendent head of hair. In Owen's mind his flowing golden locks bring him ever closer to his hirsute ideal: Rapunzel. To the rest of us, he is Kurt Cobain in embryo. No matter, everyone is happy. He is the only boy with long hair in his class, and indeed the only boy with long hair among our friends and acquaintance. Once again, I thank my lucky stars that my boy is merrily skipping along his own path.
And the bed head is even more impressive from the back.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
This was my minibeasts on the beach this afternoon (apologies for terrible photo taken on my phone).
And this was my kids on the beach two weeks ago (apologies for terrible photo taken with Matilda's bloggie, which makes the sky look grey when in fact it was blue as blue).
We have been having the most amazing run of beautiful autumn weather, we have been out and about, and the minibeasts have been permanently either semi or fully nude. Now is when living in the south of France seems about the best possible thing in the world to me. All around us the vines are turning glorious shades of golden red, we can spend all day basking in the sunshine, and there are pretty much no tourists! Now is our time! I've been a bit off cameras so haven't recorded much but in any case, my photos never capture the singular mélange of unseasonable warmth and fading autumn sunshine.
That said, I am also looking forward to the predicted drop of 10° this weekend. Because I'm not sure I could cope with Christmas at 20° plus, that just wouldn't be right (sorry Australia, but a hot Christmas is weird). But I thank whoever came up with the idea of the south of France for leaving us south-of-Francers an Indian summer to enjoy after all the tourists have gone home.
Monday, 2 November 2015
|Cutest little pumpkin under the blazing southern sun|
The holidays are over. Gosh darn it, we had fun. A post later. Maybe. But in the meantime, some photos of the Halloween festivities. For the first time we celebrated Halloween properly this year at a fête organised by the local school in my belle-soeur Steph's village. To me, it felt slightly weird trick or treating in broad, 25° daylight, but sweets are sweets and the kids had a whale of a time.
So did we! I am meant to be Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas, and I'll have you know I sewed that dress myself. It took me hours... days!! At last, a sewing project perfect for my unique lack of skills. To the left, our friends Bernard and Olivia, to the right, my belle-maman, who I thought was rather brilliantly disguised as Cruella de Vil.
And this is Pascal in his amazing home-made mask. His was the most chic Halloween costume I have ever seen.
Not so practical when it came to supping the much-appreciated beer at the end of the afternoon though...
In the evening we ate tartiflette and danced under a giant orange tent. Not entirely complimentary activities but a great time was had by all :)
p.s. I should mention, Owen was not simply a red-nosed ghost, he is Zero, Jack's ghost dog, also from The Nightmare before Christmas. He really got into his role, and eventually we had to calmly but firmly ask him to cease his overenthusiastic yipping.
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Life is crazy crazy busy at the moment but just had to take the time out to share some of the wonderful things the mini-beasts have been saying.
Matilda, last week, à propos of nothing declared:
"Tu nous as fait naître en très bon état et avec beaucoup de joie... joie-osité." !!
[You birthed us in very good condition, and with lots of joy... joyousity]
Then yesterday in the car we were listening to Serge Gainsbourg's Comic Strip, and because the kids love anything that relates to their own lives I explained that old Serge was French and Ms Birkin was English. I also told them that Papi James (my beau père) had been in love with Jane Birkin in his youth. Matilda then asked me what Jane Birkin was like...
Me: She is tall, and slim, she has her head in the clouds.
Matilda: She is like Owen!
Owen: No, I don't have my head in the clouds, I'm in the moon!!
"Dans la lune" is the equivalent expression in French and clearly Owen has overheard himself referred to in this way on a number of occasions. Note to self: in this instance, Owen seemed only too happy with his reputation as a 'lunaire', I think he likes the rather romantic idea of living in the moon. I also love my dreamy little boy. But beware of inadvertent pigeonholing!
And Nell, oh Nell. Nell is delighting me at the moment with her strident 2-year-old ways. One of the things the elder mini-beasts are punctilious about is not being interrupted when they're speaking. Nell has picked up on this and if someone tries to butt in when she is mid-flow, will exclaim in offended tones , "I'm parling!".
Monday, 28 September 2015
From my fabulous new cook book, Baked Occasions, courtesy of the GBBE guru, Katie, these sophisticated little lovelies are red wine and dark chocolate cupcakes with chocolate glaze.
Specially made for a dinner with my not so sophisticated friends and relatives.
Matilda was most disappointed that she didn't get to experience the lovely cake display, ummm, thingy (is there a word for it??) kindly donated to us by Nao. So I cooked the kids up some apple and cinnamon muffins last night.
Thursday, 24 September 2015
Not content with being members of one sect (the Occitan schools), we have gone and got ourselves enrolled in another: the Conservatoire. Sounds so bloody posh when you say it in English, it makes me slightly embarrassed. But yes, I have signed the two bigguns up to the local arts school and they started last week. Actually, it's pretty cool. Matilda is following a course in initiation musicale, which, two weeks in, just sounds like a lot of fun and games.
|Dans les coulisses|
Owen (along with his little buddy Zia) is now embarked on the Parcours Arts, a two-year course that will introduce him to the joys of theatre, music and dance. When the teachers presented the course they explained that the idea was to mix and match the disciplines, which I think is a great idea. The arts are becoming increasingly interdisciplinary, why create rigid barriers when the arts (and artists) can be so rewardingly symbiotic. Two weeks in and Owen and Zia have been chicks hatching out of eggs, rabbits, and have had to escape from the land of the worms/dinosaurs/crocodiles. It just sounds like a lot of fun and games. And hooray for that, artistic expression should always have an element of playfulness, especially for minibeasts.
|The dance studio|
The Parc de la Gayonne where the Conservatoire is based is also rather beautiful, which makes hanging around during lessons much more pleasant. With a snazzy play area for little artists in waiting.
All the kids are delighted. Owen even has a little crush on his dance teacher, Delphine, who he has talked about constantly since he met her. On our our way home on Monday he asked me if we could invite her for an aperitif. Bless. Whilst not wanting to crush his largesse (or his little heart) I suggested we wait until he gets settled in to his year of fun and games before initiating any out-of-hours fraternising.
Sunday, 20 September 2015
Remember this? Four years on and we tried again. Only this time, the weather was glorious, and it stayed glorious.
|Same birthday boy, new littlest cousin|
My handsome nephew is now 12. I love it when Emile's birthday comes round, not only because I get to eat Anne's cake, but because Emile is a voracious reader and I have the enormous pleasure of trying to find new books for him each year. This year we gave him Lord of the Flies, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and a manga that Fanf chose called Kenshin. In honour of our choices Owen and Nell came over all 'Lord of the Flies'.
|Bit blurry, but captures the moment|
The reason for coming to the Lac de Vailhan (as four years ago) was to sail the three boats made for the cousins by their Papi Viard. It was the perfect conditions and we finally got to see the boats in action. Nell spotted two people swimming and got very exicted, "Look, seals, mummy, seals!" David Attenborough she ain't. In our post boozy picnic daze, it felt very zen to sit and watch the boats as the sun glinted off the water.
Very zen until Nell fell in that is. Then things were a bit less zen and a bit more wet.
|Wrapped up after her plunge - bring back any memories Uncle Dan?|
But then we decided that in fact Nell had the right idea and we went for a swim. Swimming in the middle of nature, there are few things so liberating.
|Owen in a pool of light :)|
Nell enjoyed hanging out naked for the rest of the afternoon and sneaked in her second watery incident when we asked the cousins to line up for a photo. Papi Jean Luc (my beaux frères' dad) jokingly called out to a crouching Nell, "Fais pipi!" (Do a wee!) and you know, my littlest is very obedient, so she did!!
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
Nell started school this morning! We hadn't planned it but she settled herself down to do some painting when we arrived to drop off the other two and then cried when I told her we had to go. The maîtresse suggested I leave her, so I did! Cati (her maîtresse) told me to come back at 10h just to check, I popped my head round the door, spotted Nell playing with some little friends (she didn't see me), Cati gave me a nod and I left again. Fanf and I went to pick her up at midday. She came running out to meet us, gave us both a big hug, then ran off to play in the playground.
I went to find out from Cati how things had gone. "Aucun souci". She told me that Nell "est aussi sage qu'Owen", that she followed all the instructions, was very happy to join in with the other children, in fact, apparently, she tried to look after the little ones, cuddling and caressing everyone. Especially Quentin, the little boy with Down syndrome who has just started in the class.
And Nell was so excited when she came home, leaping all over the place. May I just say: one very proud and happy maman.
Afterthought: so glad we chose this school which has been so supportive and flexible and warm and welcoming.
Monday, 14 September 2015
There's always so much going on around here. For free. We're so lucky! Yesterday we went to the Festival du Vent at Portiragnes, along with Uncle Ben and Tata Natalie. Basically lots of kites on a very windy beach. It was fab. Such a simple idea, and sort of magical. Everyone loves kites don't they??
Nell in kite heaven - giving the ladybird a little smooch.
Afterwards we went and had big fat icecream. A good day.
|Look Natalie - you made it onto the blog ;)|
Tuesday, 8 September 2015
My boy is five. And number one on my catch-up list is to celebrate that fact.
Owen remains as irrepressibly himself as ever. His birthday presents included a Rapunzel dress, several My Little Ponies and... drum roll ... after a year of patient and not so patient asking, the Elsa shoes. One happier little boy it would be hard to find.
Owen lives in his imagination. His head is full of stories, quite often he gets lost in there and requires persistent prodding if you need to communicate with him urgently. This also makes him veeerrryyy sloooooow. Whether eating, or getting dressed, or walking down the street, or drawing, he. takes. his. time. Last week as I was dashing around in the usual school morning flap, I popped my head round the bedroom door (where Owen was supposed to be getting dressed, for at least the last ten minutes) and discovered him lying on his bed, naked and singing merrily to himself.
Auntie Katie, perspicacious as ever, gave Owen a clothes designing kit for his birthday. She realised that Owen's love of princesses is mostly sartorial. O loves clothes, and accessories, and hair. He recently told us, after spending ages pouring over The Elves and the Shoemaker, that he too would like to be a shoemaker. Jean-Paul Gaulthier move over. I mean take your time, you've got a couple of years yet, but you know, maybe start just edging away slightly now.
The other thing that sometimes I think people miss about Owen is his tenacity and his strength. He's determined and energetic. During the summer holidays we went to an acrobranch park with all the cousins. It was really tough. And Owen was really a bit too small. Lots of the obstacles were incredibly difficult for him. We were with my beaux parents (we were on the ground) and they kept saying to me, "Shall we get him down? This bit is too difficult for him." Despite sometimes agreeing with them I stuck to my guns and insisted I would only get him down if he asked. And he didn't. Even when he was dangling in mid-air, he just laughed. He's every bit as gutsy as Matilda when it comes down to it.
He's also the sweetest human being. Auntie Katie (her of the perspicacious present offering) sent the kids Ken Branagh's Cinderella to celebrate the rentrée. And to go back to my observation about the boy's love of all things sartorial, you should have heard the awed gasp he made when Cinders finally got her glass slippers. But what really grabbed his imagination in the film was Cinderella's family motto, "Have courage and be kind". He has been repeating it ever since. "That's what we should be like isn't it mummy?" Yes, Owen it is, but don't worry, you always have been.