French la Vie

 

Chelsea is four months pregnant. Not showing just thick around the waist. Chelsea feels great and has not been ill a single day, lucky Pup.

They hope to find out the sex of the baby next month. Shortly after she was pregnant, and when I say shortly after, I mean probably the day she was pregnant though they did not know that they were and certainly I did not know that, I had a dream that she had a boy. I called her and asked if she was pregnant and she laughed, "No, I don' t think so."

I dreamed she had a boy so I think it is a boy.

What do you think? It is a 50/50 chance one way or another.

 

 

 

At the brocante last weekend we saw this 1700s baby stroller or the Cadillac of strollers. which was nearly the size of a minibus. The baby buggy had wooden wheels. I wanted to roll it straight to my house, if for nothing else than for a photo shoot, can you imagine a plumb baby surrounded with pillows and lace. Sigh. French Husband said, "If we had a castle with a park surrounding it I could see it…"  Quickly I added, "I will take the castle and park and baby buggy and baby!" Then he started to look at it and saw how beautiful and rare it was. So I had to remind him, "Where would we put it literally?"

When Chelsea was about three years old and Sacha was a six months old Butterball we were walking to the park, I was pushing Sacha is a stroller. Along the way Sacha started to whine, Chelsea from the moment Sacha was born literally thought and acted as if she were the mother said to me,

"Sacha wants to "allonger"."

You see when children grow up bilingual at first they repeat whatever words they hear, after a while, they say whatever words they know so they usually mix the words up using both in one sentence, in Chelsea's case English and French words. Then in a short time, they know that these words are French and these words are English and never mix the two instead they will say, "I want to say "…" in French or vice-versa if they do not have the word in their repertoire." 

Hence, when Chelsea said, "Sacha wants to allonger." I did not have a clue what allonger meant and asked her to explain it to me and she did by a combination of charades and touching the leverage that made the stroller turn into a bed for Sacha to lay down. Allonger means to lay down. Happy Butterball, Happy Child and a new word in my vocabulary.

 

 

Note the little brass oval window in back to see the baby.

Honestly, I do not think I could have pushed it out of our front door let alone put it in our car.