07/07 3eme semaine/ 3rd week

Florence pousse toujours. Avec ses sourires, viennent aussi des gargouillements qui sont amusants parfois. Pour a peine 3 mois depuis sa naissance, elle ne se debrouille pas trop mal. Elle a l'air toute triste sur la photo, mais en fait, elle a l'air d'etre un bebe heureux bien portant, et on soupire de soulagement. D'autant plus qu'on a de la chance: elle commence a dormir presque 7 hrs par nuit, ce qui nous rends la vie bien plus facile!

C'est la "monsoon" en Arizona, une periode de l'annee ou l'air est definitivement plus humide, venant du golfe du Mexique. C'est une saison parfaite pour le vol a voile, puisque j'ai reussi a faire une centaine de kms sans spiraler ou peu, avec un plafond a 13000 pieds, ce qui n'est pas souvent ici. les cumulus deviennent plus important, se rassemblent, et deviennent de superbes cumulonimbus qui atteignent leur maturite lorsqu'il commence a pleuvoir. Helas, il y'a eu un moment ou j'etais dessous, ce qui est tres mauvais pour un profil d'aile tel qu'un planeur! j'ai reussi a contourner l'orage, mais en fin de journee, lorsque je suis rentre avec le C172, au moment de cette photo, le ciel se noircissait davantage, et du SE au SW du terrain, le vent s'est leve, le sable se soulevait, reduisant la visibilite, couple avec de la pluie ou "virga" (pluie qui n'atteind pas le sol, tant il fait chaud au sol. 43C dans ce cas!) Superbe spectacle en tous cas...

This week was a great week. Why? Because my husband was home. He's my best friend in the whole world and, frankly, nothing works the same when he is gone. The clock doesn't quite tick right. The hours don't pass quite right. And even perfect clouds in a perfect sky on a perfect day seem, oddly, out of place. And, so, welcome home friend. I've been waiting....

And welcome to my newest friend in the whole world, my daughter. She, too, has become a solid raison d'etre, satisfactorily tugging at yee ol' heart strings wherein between the love for Richard and betwixt my love for her, as was said of the Grinch, my heart did grow so large that it is close to bursting. She's a card, a crack-up. Her "vocabulary" increases daily wherein she now has conversations, mostly, strangely enough, while sitting up. She has simple needs, like her parents, and is made easily happy. She is, in fact, a very mellow child, much like her father, though, perhaps, somewhere therein lies a bit of fiery Sicilian to boot.

In order to aid her growth we've been doing so many things, like Richard conversating in French with her, us doing sit ups, push ups, and sitting up. She's reaching and grabbing things, mostly my arms and fingers. And to jointly aid her physical development and, frankly, just plain have fun we also do "Superman" wherein faster than a speeding bullet we fly her around the house holding her out like Superman, whilst she takes in all the bird's view. She doesn't mind it a bit. And she's a gentle, gentile lady, prefering soft, slow caresses to any form of rough housing. Though she will definitely not be anybody's fool. She always speaks her mind. Ah... I knew she'd have some of me in her!

And in between it all we've kept researching our prospective future home which we hope will give our little treasure a slice of Americana at it's best.

Well. Must go. Enjoying a little rare R&R time sans an awake bebe. A+!