Glamour Night

Rio made her first catwalk appearance last Friday during the Glamour Night charity event. She quickly decided that she likes it better than reading, math, swimming or even tennis. Unfortunately my camera didn't cooperate for the "it" moment. But, then I got another chance when she took Ila for a quick trial run. Apparently there is a professionally produced DVD of this event somewhere out there, which we'll try to get.



However her modeling aspirations are not clouding over her school progress. This is from her last spelling test. She was even sent over to the principal's office - luckily only to get a special spider stamp.

And just like that our Parisian baby turns 2 in London

aqaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaws...that's Ila's comment on Rio's lack of humour at the end of the party.

Finally!

After nearly two years of anticipation - Rio finally loses her first tooth!

Needless to say she's on cloud 9.

Isle of Skye and Highlands highlights

Scotland - a land of glens and lochs, whisky and long-haired cows. This is how the media represents Scotland. But when you immerse yourself in this austere land, where the radio plays exclusively a grate and drone of bag-pipes, you'll slowly also come to appreciate the Black Face and his pivotal role in shaping Scotland.



No. We're not referring to this guy.

The Black Face has a crooked horn; sometimes two. He is unclean. He speaks rarely, and in monosyllables; ruminating rather on the theatre of his destruction: a wasteland far and wide. Entire mountains bleak, valleys brown, not a tree as far as the eye can see, no blade of grass that his tongue hasn't caressed and tooth torn.

Once upon a time there were nymphs and glades that comprised Scotland. Such pockets can still be found where barriers have been built against the Black Face and his ladies. From time to time a Scotsman ventures forth and grabs a Black Face by the horn, dragging him kicking back to the chopping block. And the axe will come summarily down on his neck. On that night we'll have a good bit of haggis.

But the trees won't grow in any case - there are simply to many millions of Black Faces around.

Back from Scotland!

We had two weeks of constant, very tiring sunshine, too much good Scotish food, and insane photography ops. Video and Kai pictures will be posted soon!

Happy Easter!

This year the Easter Bunny will find us in the heathery shrubs of Scotland. Wellies and rain macs are all packed and ready to go.

And here's Ila and her favorite new charity shop "toy". It's an antique cradle for dolls (although still big and sturdy enough to accommodate an almost 2 year old). Ila took great liking to it and has been sitting in the cradle pretty much all day today.

Cavewoman Ila at work

We have this little nook in the reception area, where we keep our hoover handy. Ila has taken a liking to playing inside the little nook. So I paid no attention to her, the other day, as she happily spent ten minutes quietly playing inside the nook. That is until I heard a rapid scratching sound. I've sent Rio to investigate and sure enough, Ila was sitting quietly as a mouse in front of her cavewoman masterpiece - it's a triptych by the way.

She was then given a rubber to clean up.