Parade, Gilroy, Art

Hier, Evan etait la queue du dragon, dans une "parade multiculturelle" a son ecole:
Yesterday, Evan was the tail of a dragon, at a "multicultural parade" at his school:
On est alle a Gilroy le weekend dernier. Evan a peur du tracteur qui bouge:
We went to Gilroy last weekend. Evan is afraid of the tractor ride that moves:
Heureusement, il y avait Elia pour le calmer...
Luckily, Elia was there to ease his fears...
Elia goute une orange pour la premiere fois. Miam miam!
Elia tastes an orange for the first time. Yummy!
Il y a un mois, Evan a fait un dessin qui me rappelle du Miro dans notre cuisine...
About a month ago, Evan did a drawing that reminds me of our Miro in our kitchen...
Evan et Elia dans le parc:
Evan and Elia in the play yard:
Elia update:
Mise a jour Elia:

Elle a eu 9 mois heir, elle a eu son "checkup" chez le docteur.
She was 9 months yesterday, and had her checkup at the doctor.

9,07 kg, otite a l'oreille gauche, mais toujours contente!
19 lbs, (75% percentile), ear infection in the left ear, but still happy!

Pacifier malfunction

Pacifier Trouble from Karen Sudre on Vimeo.

*password/mot de passe: elpace

Sibling love and more...

Evan et son meilleur copain...euh...comment il s'appelle encore?
Evan and his best friend...uh...what's his name again?
Apres avoir mange comme une ogresse, un petit somme...
After eating like an ogresse, a little nappy...
La brume...Ouais, c'est pour ca les gens ne viennent pas chez nous en hiver!
Fog...Yup, that's why people don't come to visit us in the winter!
C'est le linge propre ou salle? Hmmm...
Is this the clean or dirty laundry? Hmmm...
2me bain ensemble...
2nd bath together...

Food

Papa makes the best flan ever!
Papa fait le meilleur flan du monde!
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On a aussi fait une soupe. Evan n'a rien aime. On l'a fait manger la soupe--le voila en train de faire semblant de bouder...

We also made a soup. Evan didn't like either. We made him eat the soup--here's the fake pout he was doing...

Evan tries tabasco sauce

The other night during dinner, Evan got down from his chair and went to the fridge to get ketchup. he also brought back tabasco sauce, which he poured onto his plate (in the video you see a blob of ketchup and a puddle of tabasco). The first time he tried it, as you will see, he found it...a bit spicy. Then he tried again (3rd bite), and--oddly--he just pretended it was spicy and didn't even take a drink!

L'autre soir, Evan est descendu de sa chaise pour aller le ketchup au frigo. Il est revenu avec le ketchup et la sauce tabasco, qu'il a verse sur son assiette (dans la video vous voyez 2 petites taches, 1 de ketchup, 1 de tabasco). La premiere fois qu'il a goute, comme vous verez, il a trouve ca...un peu epice. Puis il a reessaye (3me bouchee) et--bizarrement--il ne faisait que semblant que c'etait epice--il n'a meme pas bu apres!

password: evtaba

Evan essaie la sauce tabasco from Karen Sudre on Vimeo.

(password/mot de passe: evtaba)

Elia Mouton

Elia sheep

Elia has a new laugh. She doesn't do it all the time, but sometimes...she's a little sheep! (She also cries like this sometimes.)
Elia a un nouveau rit. Elle ne le fait pas tout le temps, mais parfois c'est un petit mouton! (Elle pleure parfois parreil.)

Elia mouton from Karen Sudre on Vimeo.

Back from Bodega Bay

On a passe 3 jours merveilleux a Bodega Bay! OK, il a plu beaucoup, mais au moins on avait une jolie maison, et on a eu 2 heures de soleil a la plage.

We spent 3 wonderful days in Bodega Bay! OK, it rained a lot, but at least we were in a nice house, and plus we had a couple hours of sun at the beach.

The first day, it didn't rain all day, so Evan got to ride his bike a bit. Well, he rode his bike the day it rained too--it had stopped raining for 5 mins so we ran out, but then it started pouring halfway through the short ride so we got soaked. I was pushing him on the bike, fast, and he said "Maman! The police are going to get mad at us, we're going too fast!" (but he said that in French.)

Le premier jour, il n'a pas plu toute la journee, alors Evan a pu faire du velo. Il a fait du velo le jour ou il a plu aussi--il avait arrete de pleuvoir 5 minutes, on est sorti, mais il a commence a pleuvoir des cordes et on etait trempe a la fin. Je poussais Evan sur le velo, vite, et il a dit, "Maman! La police va nous gronder! On va trop vite!" (il l'a dit en francais, bien sur!)
The house was fun! There was a loft!
La maison etait marrante! Il y avait un "loft"!

Nothing like a good "raclette" on New Year's Eve. That is a dish of melted cheese (and ham, salamis, potatos) that smells...strong. Hence the photo--which smells more, the cheese or Elia's feet?

Rien comme une bonne raclette pour le reveillon. Qu'est-ce qui pu plus--le fromage, ou les pieds d'Elia?
Evan fait toujours des bisous a sa soeur...
Evan always gives kisses to his sister...

And what's Bodega Bay with the birds? Evan says "they eat people". Thanks to Papa who showed him part of the movie before we came.... Um... At least he wasn't afraid.

Et comment faire Bodega Bay sans les oiseaux? Evan dit "ils mangent les gens". A cause de Papa qui a montre une partie du film avant de venir... Euh.... Au moins il n'avait pas peur.

OK, I can't resist! JR will find this disgusting...but here's proof of the birds of Alfred Hitchcock... They don't eat people, they eat deer!

OK, je ne peux pas resister! J-R va trouver ca horrible...mais pour montrer les oiseaux d'Alfred Hitchcock.... Ils ne mangent pas les gens, ils mangent des biches!
I explained the carcass to Evan in a neutral scientific manner. Who knows, maybe Evan will want to be a doctor? Or an embalmer? haha. He wanted to touch it, but I said no, of course. He then asked if the deer was going to get up and walk away...

J'ai explique la carcasse a Evan avec un ton neutre et scientifique. Qui sait, peut-etre Evan va vouloir etre un medecin? Ou un embaumeur? haha. Il voulait le toucher, mais j'ai dit non, bien sur. Et puis il a demande si la biche allait se lever et partir...



OK, can't end a blog post with a deer carcass. Who thinks Mommy has a sick sense of humor? I do!

OK, je ne peux pas finir un blog avec une carcasse de biche. Qui pense que Maman a un sens de l'humour malsain? Moi!