"Dingue dingue dingue de toi"

Pokemon said to me this evening as I was putting him to bed with a kiss, "Maman, je suis dingue dingue dingue de toi."
I sighed in pleasure and told him I was 'dingue de toi' too.
Then came the little voice again from underneath the covers, "Maman?"
"Yes Darling"
"What does 'Dingue de toi' mean?"



"It means crazy about you darling, Goodnight"
Giggles all round...
Sigh - what an inspiration...
Think I'll have to listen to that song again...

80% of success is just showing up

Thank you Woody Allen for the encouragement - but there's still 20% to go which I think I'll have to build up slowly.

You see, I'm still basking in the joy of my whirlwind trip across the ditch to England from where  cyberspace seemed soooo far away... between Red Red Buses, Red Red Wine, Green Green parks and tales of Pokemon's Blue Blue face when he attempted (and thankfully succeeded) to swallow a marble in my absence.

Excitement is the key word here at la Rivière; one gleeful mix of zen and adrenaline rushes. Especially when I'm away.

Time now to spend a few days catching up on housework and ridding the house of marbles calligraphy. Arghhh, only HOURS to go before the end of January which marks the official deadline for sending out New Year's wishes so better get those cards done. For those of you who felt guilty sending your Christmas cards out late... You may officially start feeling better now!

 Sense of humour fully restored

Let the music play...

The absence of alternatives ...

...clears the mind marvellously

Henry Kissinger

I have been sitting here staring at this empty page now for nearly half an hour (if you don't count diverting myself by popping off to read your blogs!). It's time to write.  After two weeks of plagued children, night and day,  clear mind or not - I need just five minutes alone with no one wanting anything. Beaker thankfully understood this as soon as he walked in from the look of sheer desperation on my face and quickly retired to his apartments for the evening. So far so good for sending all three to school tomorrow with a clean bill of health. Et moi? Just need a good footing along the forest paths alone to recharge the ol'  batteries and I'll be back to my affable self.

In the mean time, Christmas has arrived at La Rivière. Still, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. Is it because I'm taking it slower this year? Less rushing. More simplicity? Being mindful and calmly going about my Christmas shopping online so I can buy handmade as well as making my own? Is it because the Messies have been poorly? Whywhywhy???

I mean, were you to drop by La Rivière, on first observation you would think the opposite! The TREE finally arrived (photos next Monday for the Vintage Christmas party at Joan's) so we have been gleefully decorating the whole house! The kids pumped up the Christmas carols and I have gone hoarse singing 'Wombling Christmas' (Pokemon's fave),  'Santa Baby'  (Libellule's fave) and 'Silent Night' (Chickpea's fave). Don't worry - no need to call child welfare - I supplied all three with earplugs. Having said that, they were singing louder than I! So what's not right? Lemme get my list out. Now let's see...

1. Christmas Tree with that lovely pine needley smell: Check

(Beaker chooses 2.5m tree in accordance with instructions. Ange wops off 30cm of the wonky trunk that makes said tree dangerously lopsided in pot and takes with it two rungs of bottom branches..  Make that a 2.2m tree! Still - No Souci)

2. Joyful decorating and carol singing: Check.

3. Pokemon has eaten nearly all the chocolates from his advent calendar and it's only day 3: Check!

(Only one advent calendar in the house as I have been planning on making a 'très chouette hyper design' one with big pockets now for at least 3 months but never got it finished in time. MiL felt sorry for youngest so he got the Spiderman special from Carrefour! I agree, it's better than nothing - to his mind at least)

4. 6 Christmas carol CDs installed in car: Check

(No I do NOT dress my kids up as angels - the little devils ;-) were enjoying themselves wearing the decorations I was hanging in the hall! Pokemon letting himself be dressed as an angel was a photo opportunity I couldn't miss...)

Christmas time has always been a magical and joyous time for me. I remember it being magical as a child. I'm sure that mine find it magical... That's IT! No other adult around me - apart from in Blogland, is talking about Christmas! The JOY of Christmas doesn't exist yet in the grown up world I live in here... We are talking about Christmas fêtes for school and the corresponding preparations. We are talking about the drag of 'Christmas shopping.' But more people are excited about their ski holiday in February or the New Year's Eve celebrations than the upcoming Christmas ones...

Well TANT PIS! THIS is the FIRST year that I'm getting Christmas in my own house ever since it's actually mattered and I'm going to make the most of it. It will be simple! Yes! But ever so Merry! Christmas music, which you hear very little of around France has become mandatory at la Rivière!   (Note to self: Google the dates for the British Carols by candle light evening, must be soon.) 

The fresh mistletoe is going up over the front door as from tomorrow so gare à vous anybody who crosses the threshold under my sparkly mistletoey lights... ;-) Who's next?

The mulled wine is going on as soon as I find a decent recipe on the internet, or from any of you who would be kind enough to let me benefit from your excellent experiences - Lulu are you there??? (Note to self: Google mulled wine recipe ...)

Tonight at the dinner table Libellule who's 8, mentioned that we must leave some hay and a carrot for the reindeer as well as chocolate bikkies for Père Noël. Pokemon (nearly 6) agreed! Chickpea (10) looked at me with big round eyes, alarmed! Chickpea knows about Santa... "How in Rudolph's name are you going to pull that one off Mum???" I could read in her eyes.  Bit by bit I'm going to let her in the really fun secrets about 'making' Christmas for littlest ones. A bit like the time she helped me write a note in tiny writing FROM the tooth fairy to Libellule when I forgot to place 'the pressie' under her pillow in exchange for the wee tooth...

Hey! I already spent a happy hour on my roof a few weeks ago collecting moss (no rolling stones up there) for my christmas display and crêche so it could be fun climbing back up to leave a whole pile of hay there far enough away from the chimney for it to be safe... Then again - that may be taking Christmas decorating too far. And I had promised myself to keep it simple this year! That is, until the kids pounced upen the boxes of decorations. I even purposefully downscaled my wreath!

Quite clearly, Mr Kissinger, I obviously have no alternative but to sow the Christmas spirit around the French countryside!  Now, if it was just warm enough to leave the car windows down so I could bring some festive music to these sleepy country towns...

Rose hip hip hooray!!!

Aux Anges avec mon Ange (Vacances de la Toussaint obligent)

Lui, il s'ennuyait sans ses soeurs (et en plus elles jouent aux jeux de ...
 FILLES!).

Il s'ennuyait avec Mummy aussi. 

Alors on a fabriqué des décorations de noël ensemble.

Déjà?! Je vous entends dire?

Et oui - les semaines passent vite alors autant prendre un peu d'avance sous un soleil d'automne.

Pokemon aime le rouge ("C'est bien pour Noël Mummy")

Mummy aime le blanc

Hier, je lui ai trouvé un copain pour jouer pour que je puisse faire mes tableaux de 'grands.'

Tout le monde aux Anges donc...

(prochain 'post' les photos du résultat des décorations de Mummy finies 'aux pampilles')
Merci à Leah @ Creative Every Day d'avoir crée une motivation pour le mois d'Octobre: le thème CONNECT...

L'herbe est plus verte or The Grass is Greener

Je commence mon blog ce matin avec une question piège. What in heaven's name is THAT a photo of?

En fait - Quoi? n'est pas la bonne question car l'objet n'a jamais été le sujet (si je me fais bien comprendre ;-). Quand j'ai laissé mon téléphone portable à mon petit pokémon ce weekend voici ce qu'il a vu. Une jolie couleur verte qu'il voulait analyser de plus près.

 Mmmm, elle me plaît aussi cette couleur. Mais étant 'adulte', je cherchais quand même à savoir ce que ça représentait concrètement. Fouillant dans les archives de mon mobile, j'ai trouvé d'autres trésors dont cette deuxième photo... Finalement je me suis rendu compte que c'était notre trampoline. Et moi, bluffée, car je ne l'avais jamais vu de cet angle...

En parlant de vert et donc de verdure, saviez vous que Thomas Edison (now didn't he invent the light bulb or something?) a été 'conseillé' par un de ses profs d'aller s'installer dehors dans un champs où il aurait plus de chance à réussir sa vie grâce à sa personnalité sympa.  Mmmm, on t'a pas dit pareil, Y?
 I'm starting to get an idea... Stay tuned ...