Un weekend de pluie

A rainy weekend

Quoi faire quand il pleut tout le weekend? S'amuser a la maison! On etait tous un peu fatigue, on n'avait pas envie de trop bouger... Maman a organize tous les jouets d'Evan, maintenant il a un coin du salon pour lui-meme! (Alors on ne peut pas trop dire "au coin!" pour le punir...)

D'accord, Maman, si tu ne me laisse pas jouer sous la pluie dehors, je vais au moin jouer sous la douche! (notez, c'est sec dedans! et non, ce n'est pas une eponge dans sa main...)

What to do on a rainy weekend? Indoor fun! We were all a bit tired and lazy and didn't feel like going anywhere.... Mommy organized all of Evan's toys and now he has an entire corner of the living room just for him! (So we can't really say "go to the corner" to punish him...)

OK, Mommy, if you aren't gonna let me play outside in the rain, I'm going to play in the shower! (note: the shower is dry, and no, that is not a sponge in his hand...)
Je me rends compte tous les jours comment Evan est grand maintenant. Il peut s'asseoir sur une chaise tout seule sans (trop) tomber. Ce matin il a mange a table sur une vraie chaise de cuisine! Le voila assis avec un livre. Il adore les livres... Maintenent, quand on lui demande "ou est le/la ___?" et il ne connait pas ou c'est, il tient ses main en l'air, pour dire "je ne sais pas..."

I realize every day how big Evan is getting. He can sit in a chaire by himself without falling (too much). This morning he ate at the kitchen table, sitting on a real chair! Here he is sitting with a book. He loves books... Now, when we ask him "where is the ___?" and he doesn't know, he holds his hands in the air as if to say "I don't know..."

Evan, ou est le poisson? (c'est dans le livre...)
Evan, where is the fish?
OK, je dois admettre, on a laisse Evan faire le "couch potato" ("mollasson","télézard", autre traductions)... Il aime le film "Happy Feet", avec les penguins qui dansent. Maintenant, on a le BluRay, les penguins peuvent parler le francais! (et oui, le football americain est fini mais Papa est encore trop fier de ses Broncos...)

OK, I have to admit, we kind of let Evan be a couch potato this weekend. He loves "Happy Feet", with the dancing penguins. Now we have the BluRay, and the penguins can speak French! (yes, Papa is still proud of his Broncos even though football season is over...)

Las Vegas, Baby!

Evan a vraiment aime Las Vegas... Est-ce qu'il y a des choses de ne pas aimer, pour un petit de 20 mois? (Apart le fait qu'on ne pouvait pas rester une minute sans marcher dans un casino sans qu'un type vient nous dire de partir ou rester dans le couloir, vous savez comment les petits de 20 mois aiment jouer au poker...) Les lumieres, les sons, les gens...plein de gens, partout--Evan s'est bien amuse, meme s'il etait un peu bouleverse, et il etait un ange!

Evan really loved Vegas... What's not to love, for a 20-month old baby? (Well, apart from the fact that we couldn't stand for one minute in any casino without being told to move elsewhere, because of this little guy--you know how 20-month-old love to gamble...) The lights, the sounds, the people...tons of people, everywhere--Evan was overwhelmed but enjoyed it all, was a total angel!

Allez, on commence par le debut...
Well let's start from the beginning...Et juste avant d'arriver, Evan etait tellement excite (et a dormi pendant une heure apres, meme avec tous le brouhaha de l'aeroport)...
And just as we arrived, Evan was so excited (and slept for the next hour amidst all the commotion of the airport!)Et puis, il fallait trouvait la maison de Marco. Tim utilise TeleNav, comme Jack Bauer!
Then, we had to find our way to Marco's. Tim uses TeleNav, like Jack Bauer!Ouais!!! Un escalier!!!
Yeah!!! Stairs!!!Notre hote merveilleux, pret a jouer au billards (euh, quand il aura la table...)
Our wonderful host, ready to cue up (well, as soon as he gets the table...)On fait la fete!!!
Party on!!!
Pour le plupart des gens, c'etait l'entrainement pour une soiree de jeux. Pour les 3 bibis, c'etait tout ce qu'on a fait...
For most, this was just a warm-up for the gambling to come. For the 3 bibis, it was all the gambling excitement we could handle ...Aw, ce n'est pas mignon, ca?
Aw, isn't that so cute?Le lendemain matin, Evan mange sur le lit (tout le monde dormait encore, bien sur!).
The morning after, Evan had breakfast in bed (everyone was still sleeping, of course!).Roooowwwrr! Viens, minou, minou...
C'm'ere, kitty, kitty...Je vais te montrer Paris, mon amour!
I will show you Paris, my darling!Au resto, Papa joue avec Evan...
At a restaurant, Papa plays with Evan...

Ca chauffe...

Heating up...

Sorry for not blogging recently... The title here means a couple things. First, we got a new heater! The old one completely broke (it was 20 years old). And, yes, for you would like to visit during the long Californian summer, we also got air conditioning!

Second, Evan had a fever again. Last night around 11pm it was 105.5 (40.8 celcius). I was so worried. Even more so than when his fever was 106 a couple weeks ago. I don't know why. I just held him (talk about a heater!) and waited an hour to see if the baby motrin had worked. Sure enough, his fever went down a couple degrees but 103.5 is still pretty high. I just kept wondering, maybe I was too calm before, maybe we should take him to the ER like so many other parents do.... I recently read on my company's blog a story about parents who rushed to the ER because of their daughter's 102 degree temperature (38.9 celcius). As Jean-Robert says, though, we have done a good job so far--we are reasonable people and Evan is fine.

Thankfully, his fever was gone in the morning. Right now he's running around happily, full of energy.

Yesterday, we went to the Left Bank, so that JR could satisfy his craving for steak tartare (for those Americans who don't know what this is, it's raw ground beef with a raw egg on top). Evan had a grilled cheese and french fries. Although he had a slight fever yesterday, Evan was happy as we ate in the restaurant and did a little shopping.

Evan's grimace-smile and Mommy's equivalent:After he eats, Evan sometimes grabs my hand and rests his head on my palm.* * * * *

Desolee de n'avoir pas fait des blog recement. Le titre de ce blog veut dire deux choses. Premiere chose, on a un nouvel chauffage! Le vieux est tombe en panne (il avait 20 ans). Et, oui, pour vous qui voudriez nous visiter pendant le long ete californien, on a aussi la clime!

Seconde chose, Evan avait une fievre encore. Hier soir a 23h, c'etait 40.8. Je m'inquietais beaucoup. Meme plus qu'il y a deux semaines quand il avait une fiever de 41. Je ne sais pas pourquoi. Je le tenais (quel petit chauffage!) et on a attendu une heure pour voir si le medicament marchait. Bien sur, la fievre a baisse, a 39.7, mais c'est encore chaud. Je me demandais, peut-etre j'etais trop calme avant, peut-etre on devrait l'emmener aux urgence, comme beaucoup de parents le font. J'ai lu recemment une histoire sur le blog de ma companie, ou les parents ont emmener leur fille aux urgence a cause d'une fievre de 38.9. Mais, comme dit Jean-Robert, on a bien fait, on est raisonable et Evan va tres bien.

Heureusement, Evan n'avait pas une fievre ce matin. Maintenent, il court partout, content et plein d'energie.

Hier, on est alle au Left Bank, pour que J-R puisse satisfaire ses envies de steak tartare. Evan a mange un sandwich fromage et des frites. Meme s'il avait une petite fievre hier, il etait content pendant notre sortie.