Yay, spin-mop bucket! Best 10 francs ever spent (not the bucket, that was more expensive, but the Bean’s wages).
Bean, listening to ragtime on BBC Radio 2: “I like this song, this is cleaning music!”
Tag: The Peanut
Chef BenBen
He was helping me make paella.
Vendanges
Yesterday was the last day the oldies were in town. Bean and I took them to the airport this morning on the train. We did manage to give them a proper send-off though. Yesterday was the Vendanges at the Morges city vineyard. We took the little land train from the CGN dock, visited the vineyard itself, then spent an hour harvesting grapes. We had a lovely picnic on top of the hills, got thoroughly hammered on very good local wine, got some to take back home, then went back home and got ready to go see the girl. The weather was perfect for it and Bean thoroughly enjoyed himself! All in all, a perfect way to say thank you :)
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Bean and Tolstoy
It’s been happening for years, but I still find it the cutest/coolest thing ever. Tolstoy has been sleeping in Bean’s bed pretty much since he’s been in his own room. Even now, when I go to check in on Bean before turning in, I’ll generally find Tolstoy curled in a ball at the foot of his bed (these days, on or around Deliah). When we change the sheets, there’s always a massive furry spot. While all the cats are fine around him, Tolstoy has always been the one that will put up with shit from Bean that would get us torn to bloody shreds. I love hat grumpy, soft, git of a cat :-)
Picture for Katy
El Bean wanted me to take a picture of him with all his stuff to send to Katy. This is the result.
Conversations with the child
These days, Bean is a chatterbox on the way to school. Some gems from this morning:
– daddy, you need to get a real job.
– but I already have a job
– no, not work, a job. Like a cook, or a seller.
– do you mean a sailor?
– no, a seller, with a shop. Like a wine seller, that would be good.
– but then mummy would drink all our wine and we wouldn’t have any to sell.
– oh… How about a wine restaurant then, and you could tell mummy that she can only have one bottle a day.
– yeah, the world work.
– OK. When you finish your work, do that. That’s a good plan.
And my favourite :
– daddy, you need to take mummy out on a date.
– ??? OK, but we’ll need to wait until she feels better.
– all right. But you’ll need to buy her some nice flowers.
– OK.
– and some chocolate. And some candy. And take her to see a super duper duper super scary movie called werewolf zombies eat your brains with a headless king in it (!!! I kid you not). And you can even kiss her on the lips!
– Riiiiiight.
So yeah, a very good but very random moment. He also had me thank his teacher for teaching him French, because he’s really starting to want to pick it up.
Ben told me to get a real job
Walking in a minefield
Walking in Bean’s room at night is worse than a minefield, with a happy mix of lego, cars and toys-that-make-noise (I’m looking at you, Neep!)
Major milestone
Bean lost his first tooth today. It fell out while he was at school (potentially when he got smacked in the face by Zoe – the details are fuzzy). Still, the tooth fairy came and left him 2 CHF (inflation !)
Told you so!
A colleague at work had trouble grasping just how much crap Bean could get in his bed at night. The picture is a good place to start, but even then it fails to property show the massive pile of books and drawing supplies stashed along the foot of the bed, behind Delia.