1st snow. Verdict: Negative!

I was under the firm impression that all kids like snow. Well, not our little Gemini. I don’t know how many times I said yesterday how eager I was to go play in the snow with Olivia. I must have jinxed it. She simply didn’t like the white stuff. Even holding a snowball in front of her made her cry. We ended up putting her in her red wagon and went for a walk down the snowy road. Maybe next year she’ll like it better.

Meet Pierre

I know it’s a little late for Halloween updates. I just haven’t found the time to take care of my own website lately. It would be nice if our dear planet could spin a little slower so we could gain a couple of hours a day.

Nevertheless, better late than never, here are a couple of pictures of Pierre, our new exchange student from France. You know, they say stereotypes are not always true, but with the French they are and Pierre is here to prove it. Pierre showed up at the party with a striped t-shirt, a beret, a nicely groomed mustache and a basket filled with bread and cheese. At least he was a gentleman and didn’t spit on anyone.

Classic Dixie Fair

Like every year, Winston-Salem is the host of the Dixie Classic, a large fair full of “good” (as in tasty) food, great rides and fun entertainment. The weather couldn’t have been better and after 1 hour spent finding a parking spot, riding a shuttle to the entrance and staying in line to buy tickets, we were finally in.

Olivia didn’t know where to look. There was so much going on. But once on the carousels, nothing else mattered. She got to ride with me in the “old cars” carousel where she was able to practice her great driving skills. When it was time to leave and I went ahead to unbuckle the seat belt, she began to cry. The girl in charge of the ride felt bad and gave her another ride for free. She’s already getting special treatments thanks to her good looks.

Then she got to ride the firetrucks carousel alone. No parents allowed. We were a little worried in the beginning. What if she didn’t like it? But she did and this time there was no freebie at the end of the ride. The smile on her face turned into tears, which quickly dried out when we opened the bag of maple cotton candy (Barbapapa in French).