01/08 3eme semaine bis/ third week

Ce sera de nouveau dans la partie Est des Etats-Unis ou je suis alle cette semaine, particulierement dans la region du Maine et de New-York, avec quand meme quelques passages en Floride, car evidemment, quand les temperatures oscillent entre -7 et -15, nos clients preferent aller vers le soleil. Nous avons eu le temps de repasser par le musee de l'air et espace a Washington DC, mais comme j'ai deja des photos la dessus enfouis dans le blog, je ne vais pas en remettre.
Florence pendant ce temps, s'est mis a lire le Francais, on reconnait a l'arriere plan les aventures d'Arsene Lupin, et sur l'etagere en dessous, de nombreux Tintin, Gaston Lagaffe, et Buck Danny. Elle vient juste de feuilleter un guide sur Paris, et bien qu'elle veuille visiter la ville un jour, pour l'instand, elle est mieux a la maison, dit-elle.
Cette semaine qui vient sera sans doute ma derniere semaine dans le planeur, car helas, il faut se rendre a l'evidence, et les mecanos que j'ai somme pour reparer les freins ou les instruments sont des incapables. Helas, cela veut dire que je vais voir le droit de faire une balade de 800 kms avec la remorque derriere et aller a Albuquerque pour aller dans un atelier d'entretien.
Ca va etre long et cher, mais ainsi va la vie pour les joyeux proprietaires d'aeronefs!

Ah, well, let's see. This week.... Still working hard on Florence learning to walk. She's great now at getting to a standing position and sitting back down from a standing position. Frankly, she's better than me! Nothing like a brand new body fresh from the factory....

She's also become quite fast in her walking wherein I have a hard time keeping up with her. Used to be we'd just scootch along with me behind her holding her up. Now, I have to donn knee pads and walk on my knees behind her at double time pace to please her. But it's paying off. She's really become a good walker and has even begun to let go and stand alone for a second or two once or twice a day. She'll still crawl and does so especially when I'm worn out of following behind her but she just loves walking. She beams with excitement when she's doing it.

She explores the whole house now. The only place she's not allowed to explore is outside or the garage. Otherwise it's carte blanche for the li'l one.

Her favorite things are her jungle bouncy activity center and her lion walker. And she also loves looking out our front window watching the world like a living screen saver.

he's become an excellent eater, especially for one off to a slow start. She self feeds Cheerios and is able to take the spoon and, once we load it up, put it in her mouth herself. Of course, not perfectly but, frankly, who cares!

he's still wary of strangers though strangers seem to love her. Especially her Daddy's blue eyes which she inherited.

And, best of all, she has a world class sense of humor. Mostly, all day, she's either intently studying something or being a silly heart, as John Candy put it once. And I'll take a great sense of humor any day over nearly most all other potential primary characteristics.

Outside of all that, all is well minus the continuing saga of severe sleep deprivation. Ever since helmet day there has only been three or four days where she slept all night. She still averages getting up at least two up to four times per night, which some dreaded long times getting her back to sleep. She just wants the company. Can't say I blame her! In some little experiments also turns out the sleep issues where somewhat related to being too cold and maybe too much light from a night light in her room. Heck, who knows. Just when you experiment and get a great night out of her therein comes a crap night to end all crap nights. I just think it's nature's way of convincing you not to run out and get pregnant again too soon. After all, if having babies was easy there'd be 97 bazillion people on this planet. After all, making them is fun. Egad if having them was fun too (wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more).

The other day she woke up at 3am to start her day. I tried for hours to convince her it was still the middle of the night to no avail, having to give up after two solid hours of begging her to go back to sleep. She stayed up all morning until her first nap time. Egaddddddddddddddddd....

Where in the world do they get their energy???????????????????????????????????????????

Frankly, just watching her march around all day, for her 12 hour day, exhausts the hell out of me.

WHere do they get their energy??????????????????????

Half the time after I've put her back to sleep in the middle of the night I honestly don't remember walking back to the bedroom and don't recall how I got back to bed. Scary.

Evolution is a wonder.

Regardless, the fam is doing great. Richard is working hard. We work hard to scrape time to have our time, which thank God he's such a great husband that through all this muck and mire we still find time to find each other in the haze and daze of baby-dom. He's really a terrific Dad. She giggles just at the sight of him (oh, be kind!). I'm so worn out after a solid week with her that when he's home he becomes her favorite since he's so animated and lively with her. She just giggles the days away and, frankly, he never stops kissing her. Lucky girl.

Well, veyr, very, very oh so very very tired. Outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.

01/08 3eme semaine/ 3rd week

Semaine occupee, bien que nous n'avons pas beaucoup de photos pour le demontrer. Il faut dire que laisser la voiture une journee au garage pour remplacer le reservoir d'essence n'a rien de bien photogenique.
Ou encore le fait que je me suis remis a etudier le Citation Sovereign, et que je me suis fait un petit classeur pour emmener sur la route et commence a potasser les systemes, n'a rien pour impressionner la lentille d'une camera.
Interdiction formelle de prendre des photos dans le centre de l'immigration mercredi, pour prendre des empreintes digitales et commencer le processus de citoyennete Americaine. Alors, qu'est-ce qu'il reste a prendre cette semaine?

Et bien Florence bien sur! N'est t'elle pas toute mignonne dans sa pousette un apres midi pour une balade dans le voisinage?

01/08 2eme semaine/ 2nd week

Semaine de classe. Revision du manuel companie, passer une classe de secourisme, ecouter avec attention le service de protection du president, parce que des fois, ca va haut dans la hierarchie nos passagers.
Bref, rien de bien passionnant par rapport aux vols, et pendant ce temps la, Florence continue a s'en mettre partout, a quand les bonnes manieres!

Another week of the continuing saga of "Not Much Sleep" wherein (yes, good ol' wherein again) none of us are averaging well in REM hours. The wakie wakies average from a good night of two up towards four or even eight, but things have settled down to about two to three. Really believe that right now it's a teething issue and, as a result, also a comfort seeking issue. Also, as she's becoming more cognizant each day, I also think Daddy coming and going is affecting her too, as she becomes aware of, and reacts to, these constant shifts in persons in our house, which then gives rise to separation anxiety and stranger anxiety issues. Ah well. Regardless, me thinks it will takes another couple of months before the bliss of the all night sleep returns (she used to sleep through the night without fail for months! Spoiled us rotten!). The waking isn't necessarily so much the problem as it can be the difficulty getting her back to sleep. When she's hurting, she wants to cling. Can't blame her. In always trying to put myself in her shoes, I think I'd be clinging too, moaning and groaning. It's hard being a baby!

But, to aid me back Richard and I have purchased this gigantic, what was coined, Super Bowl chair, a super squishy rocker recliner, in which I sink and put the little one to sleep. Sure beats beating a path around the house lugging a large baby, which making mental note of all the parts of my body losing feeling (left arm, there goes the right arm, etc. etc.) So, God Bless the Super Bowl.

She's walking. She's talking (current favorite words are mama and dada). She gets up and down like a charm, even taught herself how to sit down from a standing position, going down on her knees. Wow.

She's eating her fair share of solids, self feeding Cheerios and self feeding herself with a spoon (though not necessarily always hitting the mark when attempting to put spoon in mouth). Its especially fun when she eats prunes because she always ends up looking like Charlie Chaplin.

Well, enough said for now. Tired. Go to bed! Out.

01/08 1ere semaine/ 1st week

Parfois, il y'a des semaines pas aussi excitantes que d'autres. Ainsi, miss Florence nous fait des miseres pour dormir dans la journee, car elle refuse d'aller dans son lit. La nuit, oui, mais dans la journee, c'est hors de question dit-elle.
Helas, le dos de Kate ne permet pas de la porter car de semaine en semaine, elle devient de plus en plus lourde. Alors, il a fallu passer aux conditions extremes cette semaine. Nous avons achetes un de ses fauteuils en cuir, a bascule, mais ou on peut aussi s'allonger. Puisque Florence ne dors que sur les genoux de sa maman dans la journee, celle-ci peut maintenant se reposer, voire meme aussi faire une sieste sur dit fauteuil.
En attandant de faire mieux, voila une proposition qui fonctionne pour ces dames.
Et tant pis si Kate fais la grimace devant le flash qui vient de la rendre aveugle, vu que Florence dors dans le noir le plus complet qu'il soit....
Soupir.... quelle vie!