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It's not her birthday yet, and the surprise won't be born for another few days, but today we travelled deep into rural Virginia to meet some of the key characters in the drama that is about to unfold. The pix below may give a hint of the storm that should turn up on our doorstep some time in mid-September......
Dad:
Mom:
The future:
Best of all, it goes uphill with no pedalling.
Every once in a while, the light strikes her face in a certain way, and I feel my ageing heart quiver.
So off we went to the wilds of West Virginia for a week's break from civilisation, and the trip was a big success, especially the long stretches when Sylvie's iPhone didn't work.
At a comfortable log cabin buried in the woods, we turned our own wild animals loose, and it wasn't long before they tracked down some dinner. I think the deer population of Lost River state park is still talking about the alien invaders in pink pyjamas.
We had a race to the bridge and if they beat me they won a slurpee.
Anouk cunningly kicked off her shoes en route, forcing me to stop and pick them up. I finished third out of three.
I've got a bit of catching up to do, blog-wise; vacations are all very well, but they interfere with modern social networking.
A couple of weeks ago I was working in my home office while daughter number three, newly released after the end of her school term, was crashing around on her own upstairs. I didn't pay much attention until she called me up to lunch.
This was what awaited me:
It turned out that she'd prepared a proper menu all by herself, and was determined to treat her Papa to a five star gourmet meal.
That menu in full:
Needless to say I had something of everything - especially the Lime Bar Orange Blast - and by the time Maman came home that evening we had even managed to get rid of the smell of gas, which Anouk had accidentally left turned on in the kitchen.
It was the best lunch ever.
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