Mamie and Papi

Sandrine went on vacation for a week with her girls Marion and Salome and her husband Stephane. Because she could not take care of me, Mamie and Papi agreed on staying home with us for a few days to take care of me while Mamma and Papa were working. I was a little anxious at first: would they be able to babysit me? After all, they have not taken care of a baby like me for the past 20 years!
As a matter of fact, they took super good care of me and I had a lot of fun. I was not even scared of Papi anymore after the first day, Mamie was cooking super good lunches for me and they took me on nice walk all around here. Maybe they could take care of me more often...

I just woke up from my afternoon nap: I am so happy to see Mamie. Actually mostly happy to see her camera but don't tell her ;o)

I don't really like seating in leaves and grass. Does it show?

Miam miam, green beans. My first time trying whole pieces of them, not mashed up.

See, not scared anymore, Papi makes me laugh a bunch. So much fun to do "booooh" together.

My birthday. Again.

Let's celebrate my birthday again: Mamma and Papa invited some family to come over for lunch this week-end so they can all admire how grown I am. Good food (I got to try the roasted chicken and potatoes, yummy) and more presents! By now I know how to rip the paper off (so much fun) and discover what's hidden inside.
I really look forward to next Christmas and being 2: can I get more presents then?

Discovering the farm that Mamie and Papi just gave me: it speaks French and English and you can learn animals and numbers. Pushing buttons is fun: 7, 7, 7, 7, 7 7 7 7... 7

Reading my new book: it's about a chicken and you can touch stuff. Ilike turning pages a lot and looking at pictures, I am too young to read yet.

Yeay, a new doll. She is called Kisskiss and likes cuddling and kissing me. (See how good I am at opening presents by myself).

Joyeux Noel!

Before the long winter break in Iceland, we visited Mamie and Papi in Saint Doulchard for a week-end. And you know what, I got a huge surprise. Apparently, Papa Noel, the French Santa Claus, was not even on strike this year and delivered presents early.

A humongous box, almost taller than me. This is the first time I opened a present in my life: so much fun to rip off the wrapping paper, almost more interesting than what it hides.

Two smaller gift were sitting on top of the big one, not easy to reach that high. Even now that I can stand by myself, I need a little front and back support, just in case.

I can drive everywhere in my bew car: already got the French driving attitude, I honk all the time.

More gifts, me rip the wrapping paper. See my cool ride!

Mamie taught me a new trick: I can hold my bottle by myself. Not always in the best position, quite some liquid spilled outside my mouth but I don't need Mamma and Papa anymore. Or maybe a little bit still.

My first time in Ile de Re

Mamie and Papi have a very nice house in Ile de Re, a small island off the Atlantic coast. We went there for a few days to enjoy some sun and the sea. Thierry, Vincent and Katie were there as well, all of them always saying I was super cute (am I making that up?).

The "older" Tesson family enjoying a walk on the beach. You can't see it but I am helping too: I kick my legs a lot to make dad go faster.

A small street in the old town of Saint Martin. I love the flowers, they stick out so well from the white background.

Nothing better than cuddling with Mamma. Good way to warm up too: summer maybe but wind and clouds make the beach quite chilly. I could not even try swimming and I did not like playing in the sand very much.

Playing with Mamie. She took very good care of me, and found a great way to make me laugh there.

Katie helping Vincent set up the windsurf. A star with his groupie.

Talking about the star, this picture is pretty much the only proof he went windsurfing and not swimming that day. He spent more time in the water than on the board. He even crashed into a boat anchor!!!

I stayed home while Mamma and Papa went on Papi's new boat. Windy but very sunny: guess who had a raccoon face later that day from too much sun.

Papi Tesson, and three out of four Tesson brothers: which one do you think is missing? (they all look the same)

My first trip

I continue growing up and giving my parents a hard time here and there. I am mostly super cute and behaving well when around people: let's say that the rest of time, when I am not exercizing with mom and dad, I can be a little loud.

It is just that I like movement and noise, I sleep so well in those times. I tried to go running with mom and dad around the lake early last week: even though they could not run more than a couple of kilometers for various reasons (one is still recovering from a cesarian, the other has terrible knee pains, excuses, excuses...), I managed to sleep the whole time and did not mind all the bumps on the path. The lethargic effect of the stroller also works perfectly well with the car: as soon as the engine starts, I fall alseep. Not a single exception to that.
The only problem appears during rainy days: I cannot go for a walk with mom while dad is at work and I like to make it clear to her that I don't like being inside at home: crying at the top of my lungs is my specialty. This can make mommy quite tired, I know it is not very nice of me to do that.

So a lot of walking, a little bit of climbing, and as usual a bunch of drinking and diaper changing: what a busy week!
We all decided to leave the Paris area and drive to Bourges to visit Mamie and Papi for the week-end and get a little rest. The driving both ways went super well: I really can't manage to stay awake more than 1 minute in my car. We then enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere of the countryside for 2 days: I got to cuddle with my grand-parents a lot and I rewarded them by being super nice during those 2 days. Just a little bit of crying here and there but overall I think I made a very good impression and showed that I could behave.

On Saturday, we went to the market to check out the good food there: cheeses, bread, vegetables, meat... yummy, I can't wait to be done with this milk-only diet. The butcher, one of my grand-parents friend even offered me some nice flowers. And so did the flower ladies that Mamie meets on a regular basis. Talking about being a spoiled brat. We even went for walks in the forest and in the Swamps in Bourges: they have been rehabilitated a while ago into samll gardens where people grow vegetables and flowers: lots of colours, quiet and interesting setting, this is a nice place to spend some time gardening.

Quite a good week-end: first trip for me and first success. I had no problem sleeping in a different bed from usual or getting accustomed to a different schedule. The trip to Iceland in a month already sounds exciting.

Part of my new outfit from Britanny: the hat fits me super well

Playing Mikado with mom and dad: I am not so good at it, not enough coordination and I get too excited too fast.

Cuddling with Papi

Looking at the ducks, can't wait to be older to give them bread

The Icelandic and French Connections

You already got to meet Amma and Afi, 2 of my 2 grand-parents, when they visited me 2 weeks ago. They are mommy's mom and dad, and they come from a place far far North, Iceland, where it can be very cold and snowy.

I am so lucky that I will get to visit them and maybe some of the country when I fly there on April 4th. It will be my first time in an airplane: it is a biiiig machine, much bigger than my car, and it flies too. I guess it won't be a big change for me compared to the car, I'll probably be sleeping most of the time.

There are quite a few other people in the family: I have 1 uncle (Jonni) in Iceland, 1 aunt (Birna) in Denmark (she used to be the star of the family, I took that over from her!), 2 uncles in France (Thierry and Fabien), 1 in the USA (Vincent) and 2 more grand-parents in France (Mamie and Papi). And a bunch of cousins everywhere in the world.

Since I was born, I only got to meet 4 of them. Fabien, Mamie and Papi visited me at the hospital 2 days after I was born: they got to hold me when I was just a shrimp, looking tiny small in my big pyjamas: those same pyjamas are now a little tight, I have grown so much since then. I can even almost hold my head straight now. Almost, sometimes it is still a little wobbly, it looks like I am sort of drunk or something. Too much milk maybe.

A little later, Thierry drove from Nantes just to see me during a whole week-end. He brought me one more friend for my bed: a big blue frog that hangs on the frame: I can't really play with it now but I am sure I will love it with its long legs and arms.

I had the impression that he was not very comfortable holding me in his arms. It is a little difficult to hold a soft small body like mine, it is just a matter of getting used to it. I am a little disappointed he did not try to change my diaper once... The good thing is that he did not seem to be too bothered by me waking up at night: he did not wake up a sinlge time when I had to drink or when daddy changed my diapers a few meters away from him.

Everybody lives a little far from us, that's why I try to keep my blog updated. It takes a little time to do that, and I already have such a busy schedule: sleeping, drinking, sleeping, changing diaper, bath, drinking, a little bit of crying, going for a walk in my stroller, more drinking and sleeping... It is always the same with big stars: can never find time for themselves.

I have already planned some visits here and there: I'd like to fly around the world to meet everybody and all of mom and dad's friends. I have to show them for real how cute I am.

Uncle Fabien took a break from work to visit me at the hospital

Papi, not impressed by how small I am

Showing Mamie and Papi the nice forest close to home

Rolled in a blanket, tight and comfy

Thierry liked walking me in Versailles