coppia cerca uomo Trieste There is always some debate about who Juliette looks like. “She has her grandmother’s eyes,” say some, and “she has her mother’s smile.” Aude’s aunt and uncle claim that Juliette’s the spitting image of her father, and wonder if Aude was even part of the equation.
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source url The months are flying by now. It seems like barely a moment ago we were shooting the ten-month photo, and now it’s time to take the next one. Blink again and Juliette will be celebrating her first birthday!
Lots of photos from today’s baptism (and this is only a small selection — many thanks to Francois for stepping in as the photographer!) We had a wonderful afternoon. The priest made it a really friendly, personal service and it was a great family celebration. Juliette was on her good behavior for the whole service, and didn’t let out a peep.
The table, set for the lunch after the ceremony
Gratiane and Bao, Juliette’s godparents
Mom is singing!
Beginning of the service
Multi-tasking Papa. No wonder we didn’t hear anything from the little one!
This confused the heck out of Juliette. Bathtime? In the middle of the day? In her clothes? With cold water? Still, not a peep out of her!
Juliette’s hair keeps getting longer, but we’re reluctant to cut it lest we have to suffer another onslaught of “oh, what a cute little boy you have,” whenever we dress her in anything other than pink.
The problem is that she’s discovered how to pull her hairband out, and it’s one of her favorite things to do. Her second favorite thing to do is to eat the hairband that she’s just removed. So as cute as she looks with her ‘Pebbles-from-the-Flintstones’ hair, we’ve finally graduated to a more robust solution. She’s finally got enough hair that we can use a barette!
You greet most ‘firsts’ in childhood with a big celebration — first smile, first tooth, first steps. Not so sure that I’m ready to celebrate this ‘first’. Juliette had her first proper, crying in the middle of the floor and melting down completely, temper tantrum. It was the end of a long day at daycare and she didn’t want to stay. And she didn’t want to leave. And she definitely didn’t want to put on her coat.
So I did just what any father would do in my situation. I whipped out my camera phone and preserved the moment for posterity. The daycare center staff were amused (at me, not so much at the tantrum). 🙂