Lucie (and the whole family really, but all you guys care about is Lucie) went to Bretagne for the 3-day Easter holiday. She had lots of fun. Lucie really likes her grand père and gives him lots of hugs. She also usually shrieks when he approaches.
Lucie and her great-grand-mother.
Searching for Easter eggs in the garden. This was a multicultural Easter, with a basket's contents that came from the US (thanks to her FL grandparents), painted eggs (American and Russian tradition) and some chocolate hens, eggs, bells, and bunnies, as is the custom in France.
She quickly got the hang of picking things up in the garden.
It's tough being a Lucie
The basket had been carefully hidden in plain sight.
Giving noise-making toys to children is not funny.
When not hunting for eggs, Lucie went on a bike ride with her father and grandfather on the Côte Sauvage.
It wasn't all Lucie all the time, and Bertrand and Armelle enjoyed a nice conversation.
Lucie also went to the beach, and was very sad not to be able to swim (the water is way too cold), so she made do with collecting rocks and shells.
She got measured by Armelle
And she tried to eat her dadadou's (grandmother) knitting needle.
No small children or animals were hurt in this stunt.
This is exactly how I look when I go shopping for groceries with Lucie, except I don't wear my pajamas to the store.
Lucie's baby stroller always has lots of bags hanging off the back of it.
She does this all on her own.
It's really amazing the little things she copies from us that we aren't even aware she notices.
She was really well-behaved.
but only sometimes...
It was a great time.
At breakfast, Lucie likes to eat yogurt. It's sometimes hard to aim when feeding her from behind.
Garçon! please bring me some more milk...
Another picture of the Easter basket discovery.
At some point during the holiday, Lucie tackled and wrestled her grand père to the ground.
He quickly put her in a choke hold, desperatly trying to escape. It was a vicious fight.
She won.
Lucie and her great-grand-mother.
Searching for Easter eggs in the garden. This was a multicultural Easter, with a basket's contents that came from the US (thanks to her FL grandparents), painted eggs (American and Russian tradition) and some chocolate hens, eggs, bells, and bunnies, as is the custom in France.
She quickly got the hang of picking things up in the garden.
It's tough being a Lucie
The basket had been carefully hidden in plain sight.
Giving noise-making toys to children is not funny.
When not hunting for eggs, Lucie went on a bike ride with her father and grandfather on the Côte Sauvage.
It wasn't all Lucie all the time, and Bertrand and Armelle enjoyed a nice conversation.
Lucie also went to the beach, and was very sad not to be able to swim (the water is way too cold), so she made do with collecting rocks and shells.
She got measured by Armelle
And she tried to eat her dadadou's (grandmother) knitting needle.
No small children or animals were hurt in this stunt.
A few months ago, she and Bubbles (that would be the bear) went over there to spend the night.
On another occasion, we all got together to eat some duck, and Lucie showed, much to her mother's horror, that she's a real carnivore.
