Sweet Extract

At last, Javier’s found an eager companion for his Saturday afternoon Gator-fests.

Notice the tiny football in Nico’s hands.

Here’s the boys’ class photo. They really are an adorable bunch of little francophones, no?

Also, take note of the gender disparity; our guys alone account for one third of the boys in the class!

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Better than those lousy, busted up Crayons most restaurants give us… although they had some of those too.

I’ve been meaning to post Halloween photos here (in addition to the ones I put on Facebook). In that vein, here’s one I got from our neighbour, Jonathan. Every year, Paula (the other Canadian on the street) hosts a Halloween block party. We all go to her driveway, eat snacks and drink wine while the kids get all psyched up to go trick or treating. By the time 6 p.m. rolls around, the kids’ excitement is beyond containment.

That’s approximately when this photo was taken.

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There was a big gala event last weekend held by the Lycée Français. Javier and I got all gussied up and hit the town… all in the name of raising funds for our kids’ education!

There was a photo booth there with props. We obliged, of course.

This year, the boys became aware of what “birthday” meant for the first time. They understand that people sing to them and that there’s cake to be devoured. They’ve been to a handful of birthday parties so the drill is familiar.

That being said, it was the FIRST time they understood so everything is still novel.

Their actual birthday was a fairly low key affair: it was a school day – a Friday – so they brought cupcakes to school. We (ahem, I) made chocolate chip banana bread cupcakes which they shared with everyone. The school is supposed to send me photos of the little celebration. After school, Mama AND Dada (rather exceptionally) came to pick up the boys at which point we all went to a pumpkin patch and spent copious amounts of time in the bouncy houses. After that, pizza at a local place with a playroom in the dining room.

Their birthday party happened subsequently (today, actually). I will post some photos soon.

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Four and half minutes of meandering life; no great ending nor story; just a summer afternoon in Montreal when Javier was trying to take a nap.

Happy birthday, Javier!