Reporting from Nantes
Last weekend, Baby Emeline, you were the starlet. It all started by a surprise visit to my kid sister - that’s Mommy to you - on Friday and climaxed on Sunday by a nice family lunch (with wine, cheese). We were all thrilled to see you, hold you (although I didn’t get to do that… Anne-Lise was probably afraid I’d drop you. Tssss), and watch you eat ‘n sleep. You sure know how to live an easy life.
On the picture above, you can probably recognize Mom and Auntie. Auntie came all the way from Paris (busy Parisians you know) to visit you and she & Uncle Ol’ brought you a nice squeaky giraffe. Apparently our grandmother used to do that. I don’t remember all that well.
On the picture above, you can probably recognize Mom and Auntie. Auntie came all the way from Paris (busy Parisians you know) to visit you and she & Uncle Ol’ brought you a nice squeaky giraffe. Apparently our grandmother used to do that. I don’t remember all that well.
The other highlight this weekend was Dad’s (that’s Granddad to you, or Papy, or Oldy…) behavior. He’s probably the gooiest one around you and is fluent in baby language. I even filmed him talking to you. Yep, I’m sure you’ll want to see that.
Oh, and Pop Stéphane is apparently hunting down paper clippings that were published on your birthdate, just so you know what the world was up to when you popped out of your Mom. I thought I’d join in the war effort so here’s my contribution:
In the meantime, tuleelooo, arrivederci!
