Sweet Extract

as in Mumbai, India.

You’d expect this, maybe, after having been parked in the sun in some black-tarred parking lot for 5 hours but this was the temperature after driving for an hour.

For those who live in Farenheit, that’s 106°.

and I haven’t posted anything in a dog’s age. Sorry.

Sebastian sings. More precisely, he sings the Alphabet song.

Sebastian doesn’t speak though. So… well…

*The tune for the Alphabet Song is a very old melody on which Mozart famously wrote variations. It’s the same melody as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

As is now our Father’s day tradition, we brunched at the Olema Inn where Goose could hang out and the boys could roam free.

Click on the image for more photos from our morning.

I got back from my quick trip to Montreal on Tuesday. And, as if to remind me why I left in the first place, this is what the ride home from the airport looked like in the back seat.

Notice Nicholas having one of his patented Freak-Out-Melt-Down-And-Dirty-Scream-O-Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong fits. This one went on for 45 minutes.

So long, in fact, that even Sebastian looked a wee bit exasperated.

Welcome home, Mama.

I’m very lucky to have a wonderful husband who takes care of me and my boys so that I can live the Canadian dream.

Thank you, Javier.

You’re just like the Canadian government but way sexier!

The boys have been slow in starting to speak. In terms of average they’re behind schedule. But I’m not sweating it. Statistically, twins speak later than other kids as do children who are exposed to more than one language.

They understand me though. Way better than even I suspect. Today I told Sebastian to put his cracker on the table and he did. Just like that! And Nicholas can pick out various pictures of fruits in a book when I name them. All of this in French. English is not their forte. They don’t understand basic stuff like “come here”, “gimme a kiss” or “sit” in English. They DO understand in French, though.

Which brings me to the words that the boys DO know how to say. First there’s “hi”. We hear that A LOT. And there’s “bye” which is tragically mispronounced “die”. There’s “dada” which is so overused that we can’t tell if they really know what or who “dada” really is (everything they point to is “dada”). Nicholas has uttered a couple of “mama”s here and there but I’ve not determined whether he really means it or it’s just gibberish.

And then there’s the most recent development from Sebastian. Apparently, he listens to his mama… even when she’s not speaking to him.

Now, when Goose walks by, Sebastian says “sit” or “stay”… a couple dozen times. Kinda like Mama does. He is completely oblivious to what the words mean but he knows that those words are the words you speak when speaking to Goose.

So there ya go. So much for speaking French to them every waking moment.

Apparently, they’ll soon be fluent in Dog.

And in case you want more: here ya go.