December 11, 2013
Colette really likes a few random things on the iPad - Chapi Chapo (hilarious French '70s claymation), the Aristocats, Petit Ours Brun and Totoro (Hayao Miyazak). We love little Mae in Totoro - her pigtails and sassy voice - Colette and Mae have a lot in common (Marguerite thinks Mae looks a lot like Colette). Colette likes to request the scene where Mae meets sleeping Totoro - and sits on top of him. Tonight Colette insisted on bringing her own Totoro (thanks, crazy Papa for such a stuffed animal) on our bed and reproducing the scene while watching on the iPad. Cracked us up.
December 6, 2013
Colette met a little boy at the library this morning. He was 3. They went to the park after library time and he wanted to play tag – newfangled business to her. She listened to his description of the game with her head cocked and said “yeah” and nodded her head at all the right moments – looking straight into his eyes with her big brown round ovals. When he proclaimed the start of the game, she did it all wrong, but included lots of charming faces and cackles so the boy didn’t care, both running in every direction, abandoning the rules. As Claire says, Colette runs with her knees bent and a little squat when she is happy; there was a lot of that.
She is such a character these days. She finds lipstick tubes and when I catch her on the brink of anointing a wall or her own face and look at her with punitive eyes, she looks up at me with adoring eyes and explains “I like it,” and nods trying to convince me of the acceptability of what she is doing. Already a real negotiator and people connector.
She goes back and forth between French and English, ready to talk about “bricolage” and “hammereau” (hammer + marteau – hammer in French) with papa, chaussures and socks, lobey dubey babies (lovey dovey babies), tick tock clocks, taxis, camions, avacados (aa-cados!), l'autre, voila and ta-la (tada)!
December 3, 2013
The Big Apple + Christmas is pretty captivating. I walk past the ice rink at Rockefeller Center every morn and eve on my way to and from work and, I have to admit, it perpetually feels like I am on the set of a Christmas film. This year is our first Christmas to be spent as a small family - it is usually with the French brigade in Bauge or with the great Johnson assembly. We are basically being held captive by the impending delivery of little one. In response, we will go chop down a tree and string a thousand lights and mix my American and Xavier's French versions of being festive.