"Look at that moon!"

It was full moon this week. Every evening Eli would go to the living room window to see it. To my delight, on evening he went to look, pointed out the window, turned towards me and yelled "Look at that moon!"

Elias commence a dire des phrases!!! Cette semaine, en observant la lune il a crie 'look at that moon!' (t'as vu cette lune!!!) puis en francais il dit 'attend un p'tit peu', 'merci maman' et de nombreux mots noms et adjectifs en anglais et francais....c'est un peu franglais mais on se comprend bien! -- c'est un emerveillement de voir mon petit garcon grandir - sur le chemin de l'independance, il court il court, il adore sa trotinette (ne supporte pas de s'en separer!!!), il rigole beaucoup, et il pique des crises monstres aussi! il aime aussi aller au cafe en bas de chez nous demander un 'baby ino' (pour babyccino qui est tres Highgate c'est de la mousse de lait avec un peu de chocolat dessus!!) 'not too hot' (pas trop chaud!)....

Oh and one other thing to add, months after he got stung by that bee (back in May maybe???) Eli still likes to reenact that bees pique (sting) and in particular they pique feet, requiring immediate administering of peem (cream).

Highgate Woods

Greenwich Park

And you can tell everybody, that this is your song.

The better birthday photos

An education at the zoo

Well, this weekend just gone Stefanie was on a course both days so it was just me and Eli all the way...

It's been a few weeks since we last went so on Saturday we went to the zoo. Normally the big cats are asleep around 10am but not this time. As Eli trotted up to the lion enclosure he would have expected to see a couple of snoring big cats on the other side but this time he came face to face with a pacing male directly on the other side of the glass. Cue, that delightful mix of fear and delight.

Later on we wandered over to the vultures and on the floor at the front of the cage were six large freshly- slaughtered rabbits. Eli exclaimed "rabbits" and for a moment I hesitated, looked into the next cage and saw that the birds in there were actively tearing the rabbit to shreds, and then bit the bullet ... "yes, they're eating the rabbits". "Eating rabbits" Eli muttered aloud as we wandered over to the gibbons.

The final animal event, which again invoked the fear/delight mix I mentioned above, was on Sunday afternoon in our back garden. A baby frog hopped out ofthe grass. I managed to get it to jump onto my hand and spent a few fun minutes watching it before it hopped off again into the bushes with Eli in hot, but fruitless, pursuit.