Posts Tagged “The Peanut”

We went to drop the child off at Grandes Roches, his winter school camp. The antibiotics have kicked in and he’s getting over his bronchitis, so he’s now in the Jura with the rest of his class. I’m very proud of our little car and our driver for making it through the snowy mountain roads.

It was an interesting experience though. Katy has laryngitis and didn’t sleep the night before. I have man flu, ergo I’m at death’s door, and Bean is happily talking away in the back seat. Still, we made it there and back, and the child is happy. Great success! 

Bean was feeling miserable on Sunday. We got him an out-of-hours doctor’s appointment, which confirmed that he has bronchitis. The out-of-hours pharmacy was only open from 5pm, so we had a quick stop at Schilliger, where we had an impromptu visit with Santa. He was, however, happier about the raclette and christmas tea that he wangled out of us.

…when your sensibly warm scarf and hat magically appear on your child, minutes after you hear the phrase “It’s not cold, I’ll be fine” (inside the house), followed shortly after by “I’m cold” (outside the house).

 

The child, our loving drama llama, has turned 9 this year. He survived another year without dying from a freak sweetie-induced accident (or us killing him).

For Halloween, we all watched the Thriller video. While parts of it haven’t aged well at all, it’s still a classic. Bean wasn’t impressed…

We built it, and they came. Or something like that. In the end, the evening was a good one, albeit tiring. People told us it was the best one yet, and the treasure hunt and the chimenea were big hits. I’m a bit miffed that my vin chaud turned into vin tiède. Need to find a way to keep it warm next year. Still, in the end, people had a good time. Slender-Bean said he has a mostly good time (high praise, I’ll take it!), and Katy and I were skunks with cigars in the park.

I am moo-cow.

Don’t mind me, I’ll just walk across everything. 

Bean wanted to go to an open house at his arts& crafts studio. He pretty much spent the whole afternoon there, and managed to wangle us into staying to watch the…. weirdest play ever. Think angtsy toy story for toys with serious issues…

It’s taken us two weekends to move it, and 8 hours to build it, but it’s finally all done! 


What’s more, the child likes it! 

Camille, Lam and Ben on the bus to school.