Paris by night #Colour&Light

I think my oldest friend in the whole wide world (with whom I am still in contact) is Annie. Annie's mum and my mum were friends when we lived in Cyprus, and I think she is just a month younger (or possibly older, I can't remember). I haven't seen her since I was about 12 (although we are Facebook friends), but she now lives in Abu Dhabi and hopefully we'll see her next month when we visit Momma B.

My next oldest friend is Holly. I was put beside her on the first day of my new primary school and here we are 29 years later. We went to different universities and live in different countries, but there's something to be said for people who knew you way back when, and it's always incredibly nostalgic meeting up with friends from Dunblane.

Holly now lives and teaches in the south of England and brought the whole of Year 7 to Paris for the weekend (with 6 other teachers). As one pupil pulled out at the last minute, she invited me to take his place with them on a Bateau Mouche's night cruise. I love the Bateaux Mouches but have never done one at night, and so jumped at the chance to catch up with her while Paris' most impressive monuments speed by.

It was also an incredibly balmy evening with a magnificent sunset, with a beautiful Eiffel Tower lit up for Breast Cancer Awareness Day:


And, well, what's not to love about seeing it with 63 ten year olds?

Pirate Party #RoseIs3

Rose (directly to the left of Small Fry) turns 3 on Monday and celebrated with a pirate party today with her best friends and baby sister. Anyone would think it was Small Fry's birthday the way he hogs the limelight. Have no idea where he gets it from...

Fingerling's Fun #IAmOne

And so finally I can get around to the MOST important post: celebrating Fingerling's First birthday.

On Saturday we held a party for 7 of her closest 1-year oldish friends in the park. We'd had rain all week so I got a few texts asking if the venue would remain the same, but we really don't have the space for 8 tiny kids, their older siblings AND their parents, so if I have to be British about it (i.e. in the park in the rain) then I will!

Thankfully the sun shone for about the only time the whole weekend, and we were able to have the ladybird-themed party as planned. I got themed plates, cups and serviettes and also found some decorations that I hung in the trees. I used flags to denote 'our' area (I've seen plenty of other families do something similar in the park over the summer) and even brought down a table from the flat to keep the food up a bit higher and away from ants and pesky baby fingers.

Because after all, who wouldn't want to touch this little stunner?
The cake
The nibbles




Aunty Christina sticking to the ladybird theme











The Partaaay


The multi-lingual cyber version of Happy Birthday
And on Tuesday it was of course her actual birthday. We saved the ladybug for the Tuesday celebration and started the day with yet more cake.

The loot


Getting help eating it
Mama and papa chose a more adult celebration later ;-)

Totally baby led weaning! #SheChoseTo #MessyPup

Fingerling is just the funniest eater. She refuses to eat anything unless she can use her hands...including yoghurt. She could do with a bath after every meal. If you think I'm kidding, check these out!




Gift from the OECD #TheGiftThatKeepsOnGiving #NewOECDContract

Finally, everything on my computer crashed: I ran out of space on my hard drive, my gmail ran out of storage, my Skype packed in and the whole software system had to be upgraded...which for the most part sorted out most of the problems. By migrating itunes to my external hard drive, I* was able to sort out the rest. 

But I hate the changes. My photos don't load up as easily, everything looks different and the whole thing is deathly s l o w.

Nothing for it but to buy a new mac me thinks. This one has faithfully served me for 6 years, including my PhD and all related research (such as boiling in Thai heat or freezing in Hamburg's early winter rides to the office). But one still needs dosh to buy a new mac - quite a lot of dosh really - so here's hoping I can be smart in the project scoping paper I am currently writing and create a nice little job for myself for next year!

*I say 'I' but really I should be saying thank you Simon!

Dr Dr #NoJoke

A week has flown by, we've said goodbye to our visitors and Fingerling is now a 1 year old. Sounds like it's time to catch up with some blogging...##

First up: Dr Dr Rosanna (yup, a medical doctor who has a PhD). Rosanna is Canadian and was my roommate in Wellington (New Zealand) in 1999. I think we've seen each other on an average of once every 3 years since, and each time it's a blast. She is still one of the most generous, thoughtful and smartest people I know and it's always such a pleasure spending time with her. This time she got to meet my hubby and 2 kiddies, which was a first for all of them. Maybe the starts will align one day and we'll get to meet her hubby and 2 growing kiddies.

She was on her way to Hungary to speak at a conference and so spent 5 days with us in Paris catching up, getting over jetlag, and pretty much teaching Fingerling to walk.
The timing of her stay was also highly fortuitous as there's nothing like having a highly qualified neurosurgeon-to-be living with you when your 2 year old starts lying down on the floor any chance he has wanting to sleep. It turns out that he almost certainly caught a virus last week but Fingerling's cold and emerging teeth were waking both of them up and he was seriously sleep deficient. She's now back in our bedroom and he's sleeping 11+ hour nights while he adjusts to the high demands (and short naps) that school here entails.
And if that wasn't enough, she gave me a beautiful bunch of flowers too. AND took these wonderful photos of Small Fry, Fingerling and their besties in the park: 






Haste ye back Rosanna!

First Sickie #AfterOnly10DaysOfSchool

He first complained of a 'sore tummy' on Sunday afternoon. By Monday morning it had developed into tears. But being a good parent, I completely ignored him and sent him off to school anyway. He was a picture of misery by the time I picked him up though: when he saw me his little face crumpled as he fought back the tears. He went straight to bed when we got home and was no better this morning. 

So after only 10 days of school, Small Fry pulled his first sickie and stayed home today...and slept. Only the thought of his bestie Wendy managed to motivate him enough to get dressed and out the house for a quick play in the sandpit.

Thankfully we had a doctor staying with us this weekend who diagnosed him with a virus. On doctor's orders he rested and drank lots of fluids...and watched tons of tv (that was more mama than the doc).   It seems to be a winning combination and he was much better by this evening. 

Fingerling's combined teeth/flu combo, however, is tv-immune. She much prefers nursing....generally at night. Hey, whom do I call when I want to pull a sickie?

Fingerling's doudou #APieceOfMama

Small Fry never really took to having a 'doudou' (a cuddly toy) until he went to crèche. Even then it took him months and months of having his little white bear around before he even acknowledged its existence. He can still sleep happily without it, but he does ask for it now and again to comfort himself when he's been hurt or upset.

Fingerling has had her little bear in her crib since before she was born, but she also totally ignores it. Instead, she LOVES cuddling whatever I've been wearing that day. The stinkier the better. It was Mama B who suggested that I take off the top I'd worn all day and throw it over her to provide comfort at bedtime, and it really does work. She can go from screaming to instant comfort just by throwing it over her face. Of course, that now means it's the only thing she accepts as comforting at the garderie. So my bright pink pajama top goes off to the crèche every day with her. As one of the helpers said yesterday 'at least we are unlikely to lose it as it's so bright!'
She really, really loves it.

Billy no mates #FillingOurDays

Fingerling is able to entertain herself; she is very dextrous, very dainty, very precise, very curious, and very able to reach unexpected heights (bye bye DVDs). She also has quite an amazing ability to work out how things work and is far more advanced than Small Fry at the same age in terms of putting things in, taking things out, trying to put plugs into plug holes etc...

Small Fry demanded a lot more interaction and attention. I don't know if it's gender, personality or birth order, but she generally leaves me to get on with my morning. That has meant a few cooking firsts for me, such as these colourful stuffed peppers (with quinoa, feta and courgette):
...and......granola!
Cool no? It looks pretty similar to the store-bought stuff but is really filling as it's packed full of whatever grains you put in there, plus in theory it's meant to be much less sweet. It is if you use corn or wheat syrup, but I couldn't find any so used a mixture of maple and golden syrups. So not so light on the sugar then. Still, no other badness (like salt or preservatives).

Every day though, we get out of the house to the local park. Apparently no-one else does. Little billy-no-mates:
We're just waiting for elder siblings and mamas to adjust to the new school routines and then we should be having plenty of playdates. Couldn't come soon enough...

Tenderling #MyBaby

I miss Small Fry when he's at school. and today he told me he missed 'mummy and Ailsa' too. At least there's another one around to cuddle all day....although thanks to lots of running around today between the doctor and the pharmacy, she'll be back at the garderie tomorrow.

Rebel with a cause #Morejabs

Today, Fingerling got expelled for the first time.

From the garderie.

I got a phone call at 17h telling me that the doctor had reviewed her vaccination list and she did not have sufficient protection to remain in collective childcare and therefore, as of now, she was out the garderie until I could provide sufficient proof of protection.

So, you might be thinking 'genuine mistake'; 'easily solution' right?

Nope, nope, nope.

Since 2014 there has been a 'rupture de stock' of the Diptheria, Polio, Tetanus, Influenza + whooping cough vaccine (Pentavac) as the two companies making the vaccine have declared 'supply chain problems'. No problems though in making the 50% more expensive Infanrix vaccine (all the above plus Hepatitis B).

Some people object to using this vaccine because they see no reason to vaccinate newborns against hepatitis B which is transmitted via bodily fluids, or because the solution used to inject the vaccine is full of all sorts of nasty things (aluminim hydroxide, bovine extract, formaldehyde, asparagine and such like), or because it is not a legal requirement for daycare in France.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not against vaccinating your kids.

But as we took the homebirth route, we've also come into contact with a number of natural and homeopathic healthcare professionals. Our new pediatrician suggested that as Fingerling wasn't entering a crèche until almost a year old, we wait to begin vaccinating her until she was slightly older (the vaccination programme in France starts at the age of 2 months, mostly because a high percentage of women go back to work around 12 weeks after giving birth). I agreed, but then the question was, which vaccine should we give?

As we were unable to get hold of the vaccine without hepatitis B, but equally didn't want to give the Infanrix vaccine, the pediatrician came up with a bit of mix and match, and Fingerling got her first vaccinations at 10 months.

And it's that combinations of vaccinations (which covers Diptheria, Polio, Tetanus, Influenza + whooping cough) that does not appear on the French protocol list for admission to the garderie, and so, according to them, Fingerling is likely to be insufficiently protected. Even though the doctor at the garderie understood that it was impossible to get hold of the Pentavac vaccine, and was empathetic about my right to choose Pentavac rather than Infanrix, and even agreed that two doses of the mix and match combination possibly met the dosage requirements to be protected for entry to the garderie, AND even was sorry that she will likely now be very much overvaccinated for these viruses, it still was not on the protocol list, and therefore Fingerling was kindly invited to not attend the rest of her adaptation until she had received at least the first injection of Pentavac or Infanrix.

And that can't happen until Monday afternoon at the earliest, as that's the first appointment I could find with a doctor (which just happens to be the homeopathic one). All parents who have chosen to not give Infanrix have found themselves in the same position and the pharmacy is full of people trying to find vaccine combinations that meet the legal requirements.

At the end of the day it's about having ticked the right box, and hopefully next week Fingerling will be back with her new friends and Small Fry's old teachers. In the meantime, some unexpected extra time with her: time to call up some vaccinated playdate chums.

A new week #StillAdapting

What do you mean he didn't eat much for lunch?

You mean he didn't like his rillettes of tuna? I wonder if he'll like his chicken in a basque sauce tomorrow?

Yup, this is the menu Small Fry is getting every day for lunch this month.

Apparently, even though he didn't finish his plate, he was one of the better ones (that's my boy!). His friend Zak didn't touch his and went down for his afternoon nap hungry.

Maybe Small Fry did too for all I know because he wolfed down his peanut butter sandwich when I picked him up at 1630 AND proceeded to nick Fingerling's and scoff it down too AND then he went after her replacement biscuits that I'd given her (by reaching down around the corner of the pram from his position in the top seat to nap them right out her hands in the bottom seat of the double buggy. Scandalous).

Apart from getting used to the menu, he apparently really enjoyed his day and said he was happy to go back again tomorrow. Except that he also peed his pants this morning. I'm not sure why as he's perfectly good at asking for the loo at home, but I guess all those toys are far too distracting.

Meanwhile, Fingerling got kicked out her adaptation at the crèche early as she was crying so much! She started off happy enough but she'd had a bad night (thanks tooth number 4) and boxed herself into a corner and cried and cried until I rescued her. And then we were told we could leave as she was clearly very, very tired. So we did and both slept an hour.

Still, it's so true what they say about starting at a new school/garderie: Both kids were asleep by 19h45! Every cloud and all that...

Resolutions and Reality #Q12026