Is there anything better than a baby's laughter? I think not!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Babe in Black
François and Dave, this one's for you.
(François, because he's a huge Johnny Cash fan, and Dave, because he picked up this awesome onesie while driving through Tennessee on his Harley.)
(François, because he's a huge Johnny Cash fan, and Dave, because he picked up this awesome onesie while driving through Tennessee on his Harley.)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
An American Halloween in Paris
Halloween is a sacred holiday in the Stelmach Blundell clan. It marks the eve when, after two previous unremarkable run-ins, Colin and I fell for each other completely and irrevocably. All it took was some face paint, fake blood, and an extremely frizzy wig. Really!
Now that we've got a little one, we (meaning, Colin) are looking forward to candy-filled celebrations of that fateful night. Although Jake is still a bit young for Halloween this year, and although we didn't get to go trick-or-treating (can you imagine knocking on a Parisian's door and begging for sweets? Sacré bleu!), we did honor the day by getting...Breakfast in America.
That image probably does not look all that special to all you folks over in the U.S. of A but for us? after all the cheese and crusty bread and meats cooked in rich sauces? it's like manna from heaven. The guy who thought to open up an authentic American diner in Paris was a genius. Genius. And for us, what better way to pay tribute to Halloween, that most American of contrived American holidays, than to eat pancakes and drink filter coffee?
There was even a jack-o-lantern!
Jake slept through brunch, giving his mom the opportunity to savor her hash browns. Unfortunately, that meant that you could see only the tiniest bit of his costume.
Luckily there's our trusty Bjorn chair back at home to put him in and snap a pic.
Love the feet.
We also took the opportunity to take his October photo. Who knew penguins were oenovores?
He's getting bigger and bigger than that baguette!
Walking around the Jardin du Luxembourg we came across some Parisians getting into the spirit of things.
We didn't know where or why they were running. Maybe they came across this creepy creature?
A close-up of the canine fantom-zombie-vampire-werewolf:
Needless to say, Merlin was not amused.
So that was our Halloween! American goodies, an adorable penguin, and very scary beasties.
Now that we've got a little one, we (meaning, Colin) are looking forward to candy-filled celebrations of that fateful night. Although Jake is still a bit young for Halloween this year, and although we didn't get to go trick-or-treating (can you imagine knocking on a Parisian's door and begging for sweets? Sacré bleu!), we did honor the day by getting...Breakfast in America.
That image probably does not look all that special to all you folks over in the U.S. of A but for us? after all the cheese and crusty bread and meats cooked in rich sauces? it's like manna from heaven. The guy who thought to open up an authentic American diner in Paris was a genius. Genius. And for us, what better way to pay tribute to Halloween, that most American of contrived American holidays, than to eat pancakes and drink filter coffee?
There was even a jack-o-lantern!
Jake slept through brunch, giving his mom the opportunity to savor her hash browns. Unfortunately, that meant that you could see only the tiniest bit of his costume.
Luckily there's our trusty Bjorn chair back at home to put him in and snap a pic.
Love the feet.
We also took the opportunity to take his October photo. Who knew penguins were oenovores?
He's getting bigger and bigger than that baguette!
Walking around the Jardin du Luxembourg we came across some Parisians getting into the spirit of things.
We didn't know where or why they were running. Maybe they came across this creepy creature?
A close-up of the canine fantom-zombie-vampire-werewolf:
Needless to say, Merlin was not amused.
So that was our Halloween! American goodies, an adorable penguin, and very scary beasties.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Just Because
Although he's a really fun and interesting little guy, sometimes Jake isn't doing anything at all, except being cute.
Witness Jake waking up:
I wish I looked that good in the morning!
Here's an endearingly goofy smile:
And a great view of his little button nose:
Which you can't see when he's wearing his winter suit:
I wish they made these for grown-ups.
On a baby, a bad hair day is just totally awesome:
A mad scientist in the making!
Momma could go on and on, but Jake is SO over it.
(I have a feeling that in about thirteen years I'm going to see that look a LOT.)
Witness Jake waking up:
I wish I looked that good in the morning!
Here's an endearingly goofy smile:
And a great view of his little button nose:
Which you can't see when he's wearing his winter suit:
I wish they made these for grown-ups.
On a baby, a bad hair day is just totally awesome:
A mad scientist in the making!
Momma could go on and on, but Jake is SO over it.
(I have a feeling that in about thirteen years I'm going to see that look a LOT.)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Going Bananas
Jake continues to grow big and strong - his pediatrician declared him "exceptionnel" at our last visit - and so the time has come to introduce him to the wide world of solid foods.
He was a bit skeptical at first.
"Mom, that does not look like a bottle."
"What is this spoon?"
"Interesting..."
"Okay..."
"I'm starting to get it now..."
"Mmmm, I find it rather full-bodied, with an excellent finish."
"I did good, didn't I?"
Yes, you did. Bon appétit, le bébé!
He was a bit skeptical at first.
"Mom, that does not look like a bottle."
"What is this spoon?"
"Interesting..."
"Okay..."
"I'm starting to get it now..."
"Mmmm, I find it rather full-bodied, with an excellent finish."
"I did good, didn't I?"
Yes, you did. Bon appétit, le bébé!
Our Little Jacobin
Looks like we may have a budding revolutionary on our hands.
Back in 1789:
Fast forward to 2009:
What could he be militating for?
Liberté?
Egalité?
Fraternité?
Pacifierité!
Phew! That was a close one.
Back in 1789:
Fast forward to 2009:
What could he be militating for?
Liberté?
Egalité?
Fraternité?
Pacifierité!
Phew! That was a close one.
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