The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
We cut Bean’s hair. It was a two person job, but at least he doesn’t look feral anymore.
Also, after more than a year of waiting, Katy has finally gotten her well deserved beef Wellington. Highly passed off with Aligro though. The pate I was going to use seems to contain pistachios, which were not listed in the well scrutinized list of ingredients. Improvised with some boursin in the mushroom duxelle.
Also, I ate too much
Yes, polar bear is wearing a coat so he doesn’t get cold. Oy…
The Easter bunny hid a bunch of eggs for the child but, according to him, didn’t do a good enough job. So now Bean is going around re-hiding all of them (in the same place, or close enough, according to the easter bunny).
Getting down with his bad self, dancing to k-pop.
I’m such a battered husband, I am!
Katy, Bean and I took a stroll on Sunday to see the flowers again.
It was a gloriously nice day, and lots of pictures were taken.
They’re all here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/morges_apr_2014
Bad news: we’ll need to make our own coffee from now on
Good news: we get to drink it at any temperature we want!
Great drama averted tonight: polar bear had gone awol! Turned the flat upside down to no avail, and after a round of “I didn’t carry it, did you carry it?” Katy and granddad went to retrace their steps from the walk they had coming back from Bean’s school. Turns out that the very kindly ice cream man they stopped at to get ice cream had perched him on top of the stacked chairs next to his closed up kiosk. We’ll get Bean to draw him a thank you picture.
Pavel took offense at me being on *his* beanbag, so he took matters into his own paws and just flomped on me in protest.
Katy sleeping in, surrounded by cat-shaped lumps.