Saturday, September 27, 2008

Happy October

With the rainier season and shorter days approaching, Mia has had to learn to become more introspective. She can now read by herself up to 15 - 20 minutes without stop.

Mia just got her very own pet spider, thanks to her very crafty mommy, Heidi Crafty

here's the pet spider up close, the astute viewers may recognize the shape of the spider to be H's hand, but shhhh, don't tell Mia

here she is, complete with a black cat, and a spider, ready for Halloween

taking the pet spider for a walk in the garden

Nigella, the black cat, watching, ready to pounce







big love, when M wants to show her love, she puts her face next to your face :)


huge inedible chestnuts from the park

harvesting olives

Monday, September 22, 2008

Castell de Montjuïc - circus

This was the kiddy part of the Festa Major in Barcelona. There was an old fashioned
circus from France, which we found so quaint and appealing :) all the rides were
manual.

This ride was complete with an original pianola player/pedaler, click to hear some lovely old tunes:
video
Um, the Fisher-Price part of the festival, rather lame if you ask these parents...

Barcelona harbor from Montjuïc

sleeping guy...

pianola dude in still photo

crop

father and daughter

papa

Mia

that's right, toilets...

I can't think of a better way to potty train a child

the guy who makes this thing move

the fallic clarinetist with his woman

lights

I have NO idea what this is

the beautiful garden

cable cars overlooking a very crowded Barcelona

the end... :)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The rest

M at play in one of those fancy French kiddie parks

the best things about this park are the toys for adults









a medieval stone bridge - Pont du diable




arranging skirt, not doing yoga

just a regular driveway to somebody's house

Ax-les Termes - soaking in warm water, beautifying our feet

this stunning creature got stuck in our windshield wiper, poor fella

a young tree hugger

one of the old castles in ruins



chasing after Ms. M

gates of the Grotte de Niaux, where we were not admitted due to the tender age of our young one