The weather was finally warm and pretty enough to go jacketless and hatless. I lugged Baby S to the very top of our street overlooking Lac Leman (Lake Geneva) so that he could look at our house and see all of the sailboats on the port. "Look we live down there little monkey," I squinted and pointed out our house. "Waaaaaa haaaarrr." Translation: what happened to that cool stick you gave me earlier? "Look sweetheart, aren't we lucky to live in such a pretty village?" "Arrrrrrrr ra ra ra arrrrr..." Translation: I hate the sun. Get me out of here!
We left after just a few photos. Tourists were beginning to wonder if I was up to something sinister, holding a baby by one arm while barely managing a camera with the other, all the while dangling everything near the edge of the railing. No, I was just trying to capture a moment in time; Baby S's first Spring in the special place we call home. Enough nostalgia, I sat him down and returned the stick. He immediately stopped crying and started his own musings, "Mmmmmmmm stick yum."*
*warning: sticks are very dangerous for babies (as every grandmother within a 50 km radius will inform you the minute you give your baby one)
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2 comments:
I just said to Tibo, "She lets her baby put sticks in his mouth. It's ok!" We have been talking a lot lately about keys in the mouth, sticks, pens, anything and where we draw the line. What we can actually stop too! Plus, of course, there is the question of pacifier or not - what did you decide on?
Great photos - I love the flowers in the background of the second one. We plan to move to the Alps in a year. We are finishing up year one of a two year plan - we are still identifying exactly where we want to be. So far, we have checked on Chambery and Annecy. We still need to make some more trips and this fall begin to look for a house!
It's funny but we were very anti- paci before the baby was born. After spending a few nights wide awake with a screaming baby you'll convert to anything, believe me! We bought about five different varieties in a matter of a month. Baby S refuses them all. He is a breast man and will accept no substitutes ::sigh::
It's lovely here in the Alps, but it seems like you already know that. I'll look forward to having you as a neighbor :)
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