Dirt

It rained last night and today, so the ground is damp.

As usual, we get home and Angelina wants to play outside.

After some time, I said "Angelina, let's go in side and have dinner."

Her response: "No Maman. I HAVE to play in DIRT!" as she rubs her hands in the dirt...

Yes, she loves her dirt. I guess I'm glad she's not a prissy little girl afraid to get dirty. But a little less love of dirt would be nice sometimes.....

Bare bummed riding

I really don't know how this came about...she does have a tendency to run around naked. I usually let her go for a few minutes, but I guess I wasn't paying attention. Yes, she's wearing a winter hat, light pajamas, and nothing on bottom. Not even a diaper.

Chocolate!

You can take the child out of Switzerland, but can you take a Swiss's love of Chocolate out of them? Apparently not.

This afternoon Angelina wasn't agreeing to her nap (so what is new). After some debate (a few times to bed), I put her in the bed and said she couldn't come out until I came to get her.

I went outside to work.

30 minutes or so later I decided to check on her. I quietly open the door to hear a very sweet, somewhat sad and scared "Mommy?" I walk over to her. "Mommy, I made a mess."

Mess indeed. (which, by the way, is her favourite phrase) She had a chocolate ball (she'd had it earlier, wrapped in a cool globe-like paper, she didn't know it was chocolate, she thought it was just a ball). In her hot little hands it melted....

all over her face, her clothes, her hands, the bed......

Never met a puddle she didn't like....

Need I say more?

Hard at work

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Dresses

I guess she's really a girl.

She hasn't worn dresses much lately since we don't have any "winter" dresses, only sun dresses and as she doesn't normally like stockings, I haven't bothered to get her any.

She had other things in mind though. From Saturday where she HAD to wear the black felt/white taffeta dress to Bubblehead, along with the green socks and purple flowered tights. Then squealed "Look Maman! I'm wearing a DRESS!"

To Sunday when she insisted on wearing her favourite multi-colored dress with stockings (and later sweats). We've gotten A LOT of life out of this dress. Given to us by our neighbor, Felice, it's size 18 months but she's been wearing it since before she turned 1 and still wears it now at 2.5. It seems to grow with her.







To Monday when getting ready for daycare we put on her thick brown woolly sweatpant type pants because a cold front swooped in over night. She insisted on wearing a dress. I finally agreed as long as she wore a sweater over it....

A Style All Her Own

Earlier Saturday (before Papa came home) we decided to go to Bubblehead to see Melody (the owners' 5 month old daughter whom Angelina loves). She was ready to go, but HAD to wear a dress. I obliged, even though she was wearing almost hiking shoes, green socks, and purple leggings... She put it on and was twirling around saying "Look mommy! I'm wearing a dress!" while lifting up the skirt.

We saw Lucien (and his mom and dad) at Bubblehead, which was tons of fun for her.

She slept in that dress too. We finally managed to pry it off her this morning.

But then...

It was kind of chilly, and she'd picked out her purple stockings to wear. However when Fredo put on a sweatshirt she freaked, would not wear it. I managed to get her into a T-shirt. Ok, but it was cold. Apparently she has this inner oven which keeps her warm. She never wants a sweater. Over the course of the next 30 minutes she changed to a sleeveless dress to this sundress. She wanted to put on her swimming stuff but we managed to stop that....so here she is, purple cotton winter stockings and summer dress....good thing it was warm by mid-morning.

About that Spirit

I can't complain about it, since it was no doubt all these "spirited" traits that pulled her through her first NICU days when they didn't think she'd survive.

And it comes through in so many fun ways:

Fun with toilet paper:

She had already used a roll running around the house before I'd realized what she was doing...fortunately it wasn't wasted (and I did put a stop to it, but had to get a picture first - she was just having too much fun).

Yay! Papa's Home


After a few days of saying "Maman, I want to go to France and see Papa!" the only way to get her to nap Saturday was to tell her Papa would be here when she woke up, and that he couldn't come until after she went to sleep. Fortunately his flight was on time and when she awoke, there he was! You've never seen a kid so happy!