<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912</id><updated>2012-01-29T03:41:41.752-08:00</updated><category term='tipoulet'/><category term='family-oriented'/><category term='all-oriented'/><title type='text'>Californian Chicken</title><subtitle type='html'>Le quotidien de Tipoulet et La Poulette, et de leurs parents dans leur poulailler californien. Ou leur hebdomadaire?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2239360669605089819</id><published>2012-01-26T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:13:05.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids' room</title><content type='html'>Ça y est, Tipoulet et La Poulette partagent la même chambre. Le timing était optimal. La Poulette faisait enfin* des nuits complètes depuis plus d'une semaine (on l'a un peu aidée à en prendre l'habitude - ici, on appelle ça du sleep-training), et son frère s'était mis à avoir peur du noir et de s'endormir seul dans sa chambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a gardé le &lt;a href="http://www.flensted-mobiles.com/?id=12&amp;amp;mid=139"&gt;mobile&lt;/a&gt;** dans notre chambre pendant une semaine comme pour  nous aider à faire la transition, mais il est parti lui aussi depuis  hier. Du coup, on a accroché à sa place un &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html"&gt;portrait des loulous&lt;/a&gt; en  &lt;a href="http://www.canvasondemand.com/"&gt;grandeur nature&lt;/a&gt;: ils sont aussi craquants qu'en vrai, et beaucoup plus  calmes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et eux, bah je crois qu'ils sont plutôt contents d'être ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35081561?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faux "stop-motion" - Fake "stop-motion" ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ce post a été écrit il y a 10 jours, avant l'otite, la gastro, avant les nuits avec fièvre, avant que La Poulette ne passe quelques nuits dans notre lit... et qu'elle ait du mal à le quitter.&lt;br /&gt;**c'était déjà le mobile de Tipoulet. Pour ceux qui savent ce que P et moi faisons de nos journées, ils apprécieront à quel point ce mobile était fait pour nous...&lt;br /&gt;***j'adore le stop motion, un jour peut-être, j'en ferai un &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY"&gt;vrai de vrai&lt;/a&gt;. Crédit musical: Laïs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's it, Tipoulet and La Poulette are finally sleeping in the same room. The timing was perfect. La Poulette was finally sleeping through the night for a week or so (we helped her a little, they call it sleep-training here), and her brother had started being afraid of the night and of falling asleep alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We kept their &lt;a href="http://www.flensted-mobiles.com/?id=12&amp;amp;mid=139"&gt;mobile&lt;/a&gt; in our room for a few days, as if to make the transition easier on us, but it's gone as well since yesterday. So in its place we hung a &lt;a href="http://www.canvasondemand.com/"&gt;life-size&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html"&gt;portrait of the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html"&gt;loulous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : they are as cute as the real ones, and much more quiet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as far as they're concerned, they seem pretty happy to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this post was written 10 days ago, before the ear infection, the stomach flu, the nights with fever, before La Poulette spent a few nights in our bed... and refused to leave it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**it was already Tipoulet's mobile. For those of you who know what P and I are doing for a living, you'll agree that it was meant for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** I love stop motion, maybe one day, I'll make a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY"&gt;really real one&lt;/a&gt;. Music credit: Laïs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2239360669605089819?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2239360669605089819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/kids-room.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2239360669605089819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2239360669605089819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/kids-room.html' title='The kids&apos; room'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1439600714561265815</id><published>2012-01-21T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:51:04.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hold</title><content type='html'>Semaine gastro + présentation en réunion de labo mardi = blog en pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À la semaine prochaine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week with the stomach flu + giving lab meeting on Tuesday = blog on hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you next week !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1439600714561265815?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1439600714561265815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1439600714561265815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1439600714561265815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-hold.html' title='On hold'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5408382065342101092</id><published>2012-01-16T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:26:32.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The germ magnet - Update</title><content type='html'>Donc... après que La Poulette ait vomi 4 fois en 12 heures, nous sommes retournées&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet.html"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt; à la clinique cet après-midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilan des courses: une gastro ET une otite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais mes enfants, ils sont comme moi, ils ne sont vraiment malades que les week-ends, vacances et jours fériés**, donc demain ça devrait aller mieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**: aujourd'hui, c'était MLK (Martin Luther King's) Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After La Poulette threw up 4 times in 12 hours we went back&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet.html"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt; to the clinic this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It turned out she had a stomach flu AND an ear infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my kids are really sick only on week-ends, vacations and holidays**, just like me, so tomorrow should be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** Today was MLK's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5408382065342101092?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5408382065342101092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet-update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5408382065342101092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5408382065342101092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet-update.html' title='The germ magnet - Update'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3458316247384688585</id><published>2012-01-14T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:52:53.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The germ magnet</title><content type='html'>La Poulette a eu 8 mois aujourd'hui, dont 5 avec un rhume. On était encore ce matin chez le médecin parce que je craignais une otite (fausse alerte, heureusement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendant les vacances du jour de l'An, ça s'était un peu amélioré, mais c'est reparti de plus belle en retournant au daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, plus pour moi que pour vous, je mets une photo de Noël pour me souvenir de ce à quoi elle ressemble sans le nez qui coule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlNiYQ4in_A/TxJ2m4K3ylI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/yv-1XZ30WL4/s1600/20111231-IMG_6728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlNiYQ4in_A/TxJ2m4K3ylI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/yv-1XZ30WL4/s320/20111231-IMG_6728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697746888862190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette turned 8 month-old today, 5 of wich she spent with a cold. We were at the pediatrician this morning again because I was worried she might have an ear infection (everything's fine, fortunately).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the holiday break she almost got rid of her cold but it started again as strong as ever as soon as she went back to daycare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'll post this picture of her at Christmas here, more for me than anyone else, just to remind myself of what she looks like without a runny nose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3458316247384688585?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3458316247384688585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3458316247384688585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3458316247384688585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/germ-magnet.html' title='The germ magnet'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlNiYQ4in_A/TxJ2m4K3ylI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/yv-1XZ30WL4/s72-c/20111231-IMG_6728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1187477329407613522</id><published>2012-01-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:00:12.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Pas trop le temps de bloguer ces jours-ci... Il faut que je configure mon nouvel ordinateur portable (magnifique, rapide, mais pas encore très utile pour l'instant), et que je prépare un peu nos vacances au Mexique dans un mois et demi... Que des bonnes raisons, donc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a lot of time to blog these days... I need to set up my new laptop (gorgeous, fast, but not really useful right now), and to prepare our upcoming vacation in Mexico in a month and a half... Only great excuses, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1187477329407613522?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1187477329407613522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1187477329407613522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1187477329407613522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6329814949839691730</id><published>2012-01-09T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:54:15.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-holiday diet</title><content type='html'>Bah oui, c'est la saison de la &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/01/epiphany.html"&gt;Galette des Rois&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4GwFT7gd8/TwyxTTE86EI/AAAAAAAAFZw/jQ3aQGzVHtg/s1600/7027d3d6382511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4GwFT7gd8/TwyxTTE86EI/AAAAAAAAFZw/jQ3aQGzVHtg/s320/7027d3d6382511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696122573813508162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le "hasard" a bien fait les choses, Tipoulet a trouvé la première fève...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes indeed, January is King's Cake, la &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/01/epiphany.html"&gt;Galette des Rois&lt;/a&gt;, season...&lt;br /&gt;And Tipoulet was the "lucky" (hum hum) finder of the first trinket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6329814949839691730?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6329814949839691730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-holiday-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6329814949839691730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6329814949839691730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-holiday-diet.html' title='Post-holiday diet'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4GwFT7gd8/TwyxTTE86EI/AAAAAAAAFZw/jQ3aQGzVHtg/s72-c/7027d3d6382511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5089142010633529398</id><published>2012-01-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:15:01.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the ferry to Sausalito</title><content type='html'>On n'avait encore jamais pris le bateau dans la baie de San Francisco avec Tipoulet, ça y est, c'est chose faite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a pris le &lt;a href="http://goldengateferry.org/schedules/Sausalito.php"&gt;ferry&lt;/a&gt; qui va de San Francisco à Sausalito, aller-retour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8AGbSdvJpg/TwTtv7IDnKI/AAAAAAAAFVo/haCMmmsaQkw/s1600/IMG_6778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8AGbSdvJpg/TwTtv7IDnKI/AAAAAAAAFVo/haCMmmsaQkw/s320/IMG_6778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937236484267170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne dure qu'une vingtaine de minutes, ce qui a semblé bien court à Mamina en comparaison de son aventure de la nuit précédente. Avec ce projet nautique en tête, elle a rêvé qu'elle venait nous voir depuis Paris en bateau, avec une seule hôtesse de l'air à la rame... Elle a quand même eu la présence d'esprit de nous appeler de sa barque pour nous prévenir qu'elle ne savait ni où, ni quand elle arriverait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lsPoPTWfDw/TwTuBL-RQWI/AAAAAAAAFWk/d9YpGMzgieQ/s1600/IMG_6848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lsPoPTWfDw/TwTuBL-RQWI/AAAAAAAAFWk/d9YpGMzgieQ/s320/IMG_6848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937533064397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzuKAYI4AL4/TwTtyHDf00I/AAAAAAAAFWM/fdoyozeU6yY/s1600/IMG_6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzuKAYI4AL4/TwTtyHDf00I/AAAAAAAAFWM/fdoyozeU6yY/s320/IMG_6899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937274046108482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depuis le bateau, on a une jolie vue de la ville, d'Alcatraz, et du Golden Gate Bridge (je dois bien en avoir 40 photos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCBxVejlfI/TwTtw6tsMPI/AAAAAAAAFWA/pcM4xsMNx_I/s1600/IMG_6810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCBxVejlfI/TwTtw6tsMPI/AAAAAAAAFWA/pcM4xsMNx_I/s320/IMG_6810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937253553549554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-X-wl7kv9s/TwTuaq6iGlI/AAAAAAAAFWw/NFXxppp9HU4/s1600/IMG_6870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-X-wl7kv9s/TwTuaq6iGlI/AAAAAAAAFWw/NFXxppp9HU4/s320/IMG_6870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937970866952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On peut aussi admirer quelques habitants de la baie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClWZfUIQVGk/TwTubuSa20I/AAAAAAAAFXI/c-NXFDtKsSM/s1600/IMG_6893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClWZfUIQVGk/TwTubuSa20I/AAAAAAAAFXI/c-NXFDtKsSM/s320/IMG_6893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937988952316738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0pTGggAAZc/TwTua0YxbEI/AAAAAAAAFXA/r80bEUoZINE/s1600/IMG_6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0pTGggAAZc/TwTua0YxbEI/AAAAAAAAFXA/r80bEUoZINE/s320/IMG_6890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937973409705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette fois-ci, on n'est malheureusement pas monté dans les collines de Sausalito, parce qu'avec une poussette (car un peu long pour Tipoulet) et porte-bébé, ça aurait été un peu trop sport. Du coup on s'est promené le long de la baie, vers le port de plaisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdTQ8Uv59-o/TwTu5TIMhQI/AAAAAAAAFXs/XiuHvD1Yh_I/s1600/IMG_6917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdTQ8Uv59-o/TwTu5TIMhQI/AAAAAAAAFXs/XiuHvD1Yh_I/s320/IMG_6917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938497057752322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le clou de la ballade, ça a été le coucher de soleil qui a rendu la baie toute rose. Magnifique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xHxkKD799w/TwTucPUxYxI/AAAAAAAAFXU/pkxHf1yJlCc/s1600/IMG_6935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xHxkKD799w/TwTucPUxYxI/AAAAAAAAFXU/pkxHf1yJlCc/s320/IMG_6935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693937997820551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ça fait un joli fond pour les portraits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3N5es4kfj0k/TwTu_uR71AI/AAAAAAAAFYE/TzLNb-bxEGE/s1600/IMG_6950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3N5es4kfj0k/TwTu_uR71AI/AAAAAAAAFYE/TzLNb-bxEGE/s320/IMG_6950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938607425573890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s11QP_hdKAU/TwTu4xAKHrI/AAAAAAAAFXg/Z62m1UddRUM/s1600/IMG_6947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s11QP_hdKAU/TwTu4xAKHrI/AAAAAAAAFXg/Z62m1UddRUM/s320/IMG_6947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938487897235122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDa--fKGM2I/TwTu5xIx7MI/AAAAAAAAFX4/yohr0dJlIik/s1600/IMG_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDa--fKGM2I/TwTu5xIx7MI/AAAAAAAAFX4/yohr0dJlIik/s320/IMG_6959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693938505113267394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had never gone on a boat in the bay of San Francisco with Tipoulet, but now, it's done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We took the &lt;a href="http://goldengateferry.org/schedules/Sausalito.php"&gt;ferry&lt;/a&gt; that goes from San Francisco to Sausalito, round-trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes only twenty minutes, which seemed very short compared to Mamina's adventure from the previous night. With this marine project in mind, she dreamed that she came to see us from Paris by boat, with only one flight attendant rowing ... She still had the presence of mind to call us from her boat to let us know she had no idea where or when she would get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the boat there's a lovely view of the city, Alcatraz and of the Golden Gate Bridge (I must have taken 40 pictures at least...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can also meet a few residents of the bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;This time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;unfortunately we didn't&lt;/span&gt; climb up&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;the hills of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Sausalito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, because with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a stroller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(it's still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a bit long for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Tipoulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;) and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a baby carrier,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it would have been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;too much of a work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;along the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;marina instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The highlight of the trip was the sunset which turned the entire bay pink. Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it made a great background for portraits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5089142010633529398?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5089142010633529398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-ferry-to-sausalito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5089142010633529398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5089142010633529398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-ferry-to-sausalito.html' title='On the ferry to Sausalito'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8AGbSdvJpg/TwTtv7IDnKI/AAAAAAAAFVo/haCMmmsaQkw/s72-c/IMG_6778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4055063412581858096</id><published>2012-01-04T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:55:15.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble is here</title><content type='html'>Bon, ça y est, la mistinguette est bien mobile... On n'est pas dans la mouise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWhpL25ytNQ/TwVDig4ukYI/AAAAAAAAFYc/0W2PNKQCrPs/s1600/IMG_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWhpL25ytNQ/TwVDig4ukYI/AAAAAAAAFYc/0W2PNKQCrPs/s320/IMG_6616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694031564102340994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7idQUgj4iY/TwVENlNAO4I/AAAAAAAAFY0/4FHDMsk7u_Y/s1600/IMG_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7idQUgj4iY/TwVENlNAO4I/AAAAAAAAFY0/4FHDMsk7u_Y/s320/IMG_6621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694032303995501442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xDq2GUzoro/TwVCMSiJVoI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/xaxljNluZIc/s1600/IMG_6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xDq2GUzoro/TwVCMSiJVoI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/xaxljNluZIc/s320/IMG_6604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694030082780780162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's it, the tiny-lady is now mobile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All hell's broke loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4055063412581858096?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4055063412581858096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/trouble-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4055063412581858096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4055063412581858096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/trouble-is-here.html' title='Trouble is here'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWhpL25ytNQ/TwVDig4ukYI/AAAAAAAAFYc/0W2PNKQCrPs/s72-c/IMG_6616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1315682674372339959</id><published>2011-12-31T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:06:00.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !</title><content type='html'>Courant décembre les Américains envoient généralement des photos de leur famille en guise de carte pour souhaiter de joyeuses fêtes à leurs famille et amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En France, on envoie plutôt un petit mot pour présenter ses voeux de bonne année en janvier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette année, j'ai décidé de faire un petit mélange des deux traditions, version digitale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Très bonne année à tous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3cIwCbbufI/TvjUDkmcKXI/AAAAAAAAFOw/hn6BnZT51F8/s1600/hny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3cIwCbbufI/TvjUDkmcKXI/AAAAAAAAFOw/hn6BnZT51F8/s320/hny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690531287012223346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;In December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; Americans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;usually send&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pictures of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their families&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to wish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;happy holidays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;In France people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;send&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; little note&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their wishes for a happy new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in January&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;instead ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;This year I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decided to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mix of both&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;traditions, and went digital&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1315682674372339959?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1315682674372339959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1315682674372339959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1315682674372339959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3cIwCbbufI/TvjUDkmcKXI/AAAAAAAAFOw/hn6BnZT51F8/s72-c/hny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8552387410258859982</id><published>2011-12-29T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:40:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December hikes</title><content type='html'>Ce mois de décembre aura été magnifique, à croire que personne n'a prévenu la météo de l'arrivée en Californie de Mamina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, on se ballade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste à côté, à l'Arastradero Preserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PHyBafUok/Tv1YIVB1NtI/AAAAAAAAFO8/xKxe6D6I6aQ/s1600/termites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PHyBafUok/Tv1YIVB1NtI/AAAAAAAAFO8/xKxe6D6I6aQ/s320/termites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691802404173199058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1Vf4egghYE/Tv1hEFGT4dI/AAAAAAAAFPU/kOoQFELcbqA/s1600/IMG_5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1Vf4egghYE/Tv1hEFGT4dI/AAAAAAAAFPU/kOoQFELcbqA/s320/IMG_5585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691812226782192082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DHNSbRgnvc/Tv1hEpnZjAI/AAAAAAAAFPg/8LvVD43gDHo/s1600/IMG_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DHNSbRgnvc/Tv1hEpnZjAI/AAAAAAAAFPg/8LvVD43gDHo/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691812236584651778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0msS5BwqyAQ/Tv1hx8EuhiI/AAAAAAAAFPs/tg0zR7dXo18/s1600/IMG_5667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0msS5BwqyAQ/Tv1hx8EuhiI/AAAAAAAAFPs/tg0zR7dXo18/s320/IMG_5667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691813014633612834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dRQYvm37w8/Tv1f8MwYaII/AAAAAAAAFPI/RoPD-7WTmSI/s1600/20111217-IMG_5659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dRQYvm37w8/Tv1f8MwYaII/AAAAAAAAFPI/RoPD-7WTmSI/s320/20111217-IMG_5659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691810991887116418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PHyBafUok/Tv1YIVB1NtI/AAAAAAAAFO8/xKxe6D6I6aQ/s1600/termites.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et un peu plus loin, à &lt;a href="http://www.elkhornslough.org/"&gt;Elkhorn Slough &lt;/a&gt;(c'est près de la mer, donc évidemment, il y a du brouillard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnDszp-xV_o/Tv1lR1GvTfI/AAAAAAAAFQE/cLoOIPWGyRA/s1600/IMG_6347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnDszp-xV_o/Tv1lR1GvTfI/AAAAAAAAFQE/cLoOIPWGyRA/s320/IMG_6347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691816861053701618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--alY8Kd0PPU/Tv1mdgCjlWI/AAAAAAAAFQc/g6EAlB1Wpjg/s1600/IMG_6357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--alY8Kd0PPU/Tv1mdgCjlWI/AAAAAAAAFQc/g6EAlB1Wpjg/s320/IMG_6357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691818161069069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j4YCcMpRek/Tv1lSNVuPsI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/k428c99EQkU/s1600/IMG_6365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j4YCcMpRek/Tv1lSNVuPsI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/k428c99EQkU/s320/IMG_6365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691816867558997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ4AhmqIsIE/Tv1iYFrTCyI/AAAAAAAAFP4/02KXSNDqs4I/s1600/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ4AhmqIsIE/Tv1iYFrTCyI/AAAAAAAAFP4/02KXSNDqs4I/s320/birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691813670046337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIiRKnOvywQ/Tv1md9cYdoI/AAAAAAAAFQo/5cJIurzEShM/s1600/IMG_6385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIiRKnOvywQ/Tv1md9cYdoI/AAAAAAAAFQo/5cJIurzEShM/s320/IMG_6385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691818168962020994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7njOEymgfs/Tv1nZCEP1OI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/QrGsidOK6-w/s1600/IMG_6373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7njOEymgfs/Tv1nZCEP1OI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/QrGsidOK6-w/s320/IMG_6373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691819183815251170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPex7WM50TA/Tv1nZZSdLmI/AAAAAAAAFRA/HLvLSs_eCL0/s1600/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPex7WM50TA/Tv1nZZSdLmI/AAAAAAAAFRA/HLvLSs_eCL0/s320/IMG_6423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691819190048861794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELW6cUaX3Oo/Tv1pe2KNyXI/AAAAAAAAFRw/pO1uy8Xvxeo/s1600/IMG_6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELW6cUaX3Oo/Tv1pe2KNyXI/AAAAAAAAFRw/pO1uy8Xvxeo/s320/IMG_6551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691821482721528178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QwuABG2uOU/Tv1pelgGL7I/AAAAAAAAFRk/CSlnzHlt3kg/s1600/IMG_6545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QwuABG2uOU/Tv1pelgGL7I/AAAAAAAAFRk/CSlnzHlt3kg/s320/IMG_6545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691821478249902002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axW-Hj2_m-k/Tv1oN9DtmvI/AAAAAAAAFRM/9Ky1GV7KloQ/s1600/IMG_6467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axW-Hj2_m-k/Tv1oN9DtmvI/AAAAAAAAFRM/9Ky1GV7KloQ/s320/IMG_6467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691820093003897586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opy7J23sSkQ/Tv1qqaHdKqI/AAAAAAAAFR8/NAr2DLmM8FE/s1600/IMG_6479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opy7J23sSkQ/Tv1qqaHdKqI/AAAAAAAAFR8/NAr2DLmM8FE/s320/IMG_6479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691822780863818402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdXtzf-vsMY/Tv1oOKpP9fI/AAAAAAAAFRY/7jefNfCPOG8/s1600/IMG_6513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdXtzf-vsMY/Tv1oOKpP9fI/AAAAAAAAFRY/7jefNfCPOG8/s320/IMG_6513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691820096650999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December's weather has been magnificient, it's as if somebody forgot to let the weather forecast services know that Mamina had arrived in California...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we've been hiking a bit...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close by, at the Arastradero Preserve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or further away, at &lt;a href="http://www.elkhornslough.org/"&gt;Elkhorn Slough&lt;/a&gt; (it's close to the ocean, so of course, there's fog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8552387410258859982?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8552387410258859982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-hikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8552387410258859982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8552387410258859982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-hikes.html' title='December hikes'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PHyBafUok/Tv1YIVB1NtI/AAAAAAAAFO8/xKxe6D6I6aQ/s72-c/termites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2057095836759057095</id><published>2011-12-25T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:28:11.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chrismukkah !</title><content type='html'>Joyeux Noël et joyeux Hanouccah à tous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour notre part, on a réveillonné avec foie gras (qui sera interdit de production et de vente à partir de 2012 en Californie, mais je pense que ça devrait pouvoir continuer à arriver avec Mamina de Paris, ouf!), chapon, gratin de pommes de terre et de fenouil et tarte à l'orange, et pas mal de pinard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le réveil a été à la fois dur et sympathique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK1klaE0Dk/Tve8W3MMq9I/AAAAAAAAFOA/wPsRDhYYVq8/s1600/IMG_6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK1klaE0Dk/Tve8W3MMq9I/AAAAAAAAFOA/wPsRDhYYVq8/s320/IMG_6278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690223755164167122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYmeVgCT4Qg/Tve-tFUCspI/AAAAAAAAFOk/1gJjFTBKQ3U/s1600/IMG_6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYmeVgCT4Qg/Tve-tFUCspI/AAAAAAAAFOk/1gJjFTBKQ3U/s320/IMG_6235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690226335935541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QbYVxfylys/Tve-s0ziSYI/AAAAAAAAFOY/9ufbgo_KYyo/s1600/IMG_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QbYVxfylys/Tve-s0ziSYI/AAAAAAAAFOY/9ufbgo_KYyo/s320/IMG_6203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690226331504232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il068MwEgug/Tve8XE5sMEI/AAAAAAAAFOM/5ykUmH1b4qA/s1600/IMG_6289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il068MwEgug/Tve8XE5sMEI/AAAAAAAAFOM/5ykUmH1b4qA/s320/IMG_6289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690223758844637250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme d'habitude, on remercie le Père Noël, et surtout ses petits lutins qui ont encore bien travaillé !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en" &gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Merry Christmas and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; celebrated&lt;span class="hps"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;foie gras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;(the production and sale of which will be&lt;/span&gt; banned&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;in California in 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt; Mamina &lt;span class="hps"&gt;should still be able to bring it with her from Paris, phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;capon,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fennel gratin and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and a lot of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this morning was&lt;/span&gt; both &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As always we thank Santa very much, and in particular his little elves who worked very hard once again !...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2057095836759057095?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2057095836759057095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-chrismukkah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2057095836759057095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2057095836759057095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-chrismukkah.html' title='Happy Chrismukkah !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLK1klaE0Dk/Tve8W3MMq9I/AAAAAAAAFOA/wPsRDhYYVq8/s72-c/IMG_6278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3214968102247633748</id><published>2011-12-23T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:35:08.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall of fame</title><content type='html'>Les enfants, je suis rassurée, la biologie moléculaire ouvre plus de portes que je ne pensais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour la modique somme de $500, vous pouvez afficher &lt;a href="http://dnaunleashed.com/product/side-by-side/"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt; chez vous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6Kjbg067Ec/TvVXD2hzGKI/AAAAAAAAFMc/8Lunxc7H5l8/s1600/Framed_DBL_HZ_Benji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6Kjbg067Ec/TvVXD2hzGKI/AAAAAAAAFMc/8Lunxc7H5l8/s320/Framed_DBL_HZ_Benji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689549427940989090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et le pire, c'est qu'il y a plusieurs boîtes qui proposent la même chose... je vais peut-être me réserver un petit coin de paillasse pour des projets "persos", moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En parlant d'encadrement, j'ai récemment commandé un &lt;a href="http://www.delongwine.com/metro-france-wine-map.php"&gt;poster&lt;/a&gt; sympa pour le nouveau bureau de P. Dimensions en pouces: 18x24. Je trouve online des cadres de la même dimension, que je commande donc également. Eh ben, c'est balaise, le poster ne rentre pas dans le cadre. 18x24, c'était la dimension extérieure du cadre... Il va donc falloir couper... C'est pas débile, ça?!?!?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Non, il n'y avait pas de cadres de 18,7x24,7, vous pensez bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Guys,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I feel much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, molecular biology&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;opens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more doors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;than I thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;$500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, you can put &lt;a href="http://dnaunleashed.com/product/side-by-side/"&gt;that thing&lt;/a&gt; on your wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;And worse, several companies offer the same services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; reserve&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;some space on my bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;for "personal" projects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Speaking of&lt;/span&gt; framing&lt;span class=""&gt;, I recently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ordered a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.delongwine.com/metro-france-wine-map.php"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; P's &lt;span class="hps"&gt;new office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Dimensions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in inches:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;18x24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;online some&lt;/span&gt; frames&lt;span class="hps"&gt; of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;same size,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I order&lt;/span&gt;ed one &lt;span class="hps"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; turns out &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the poster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does not fit into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the frame.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;18x24&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;span class="hps"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;external dimension&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of the frame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;So we have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cut the poster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Isn't it ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;?!?!?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And no, there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;weren't any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;18.7x24.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, as you can imagine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3214968102247633748?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3214968102247633748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/career-opportunities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3214968102247633748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3214968102247633748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/career-opportunities.html' title='Wall of fame'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6Kjbg067Ec/TvVXD2hzGKI/AAAAAAAAFMc/8Lunxc7H5l8/s72-c/Framed_DBL_HZ_Benji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2415889776167894123</id><published>2011-12-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:06:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Santa</title><content type='html'>Les gars, on est fin prêt pour l'arrivée du Père Noël !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'arbre est &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighting-up.html"&gt;décoré&lt;/a&gt;, les cookies sont faits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7A58bllbyu4/TuzmDJ2w3JI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/RBnaqNqqsPQ/s1600/20111211-IMG_5495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7A58bllbyu4/TuzmDJ2w3JI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/RBnaqNqqsPQ/s320/20111211-IMG_5495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687173371321703570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la lettre est postée,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjfBfUs4RDs/TuzkGi4yxfI/AAAAAAAAFME/nLI8OpCGIc0/s1600/lettre%2Bau%2BPN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjfBfUs4RDs/TuzkGi4yxfI/AAAAAAAAFME/nLI8OpCGIc0/s320/lettre%2Bau%2BPN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687171230557455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a même reçu un message-vidéo en réponse... (Mamina - qui arrive demain - m'avait envoyé le &lt;a href="http://www.laposte.fr/pere-noel/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; du Père Noël français, qui avait l'air très sympa, mais la &lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home"&gt;compétition américaine&lt;/a&gt; est rude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33876781?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys, we're so ready for Santa !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tree is &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighting-up.html"&gt;decorated&lt;/a&gt;, the cookies are baked, the letter has been mailed, we even got a video message in reply... (Mamina - who's arriving tomorrow - had sent me the french Père Noël's &lt;a href="http://www.laposte.fr/pere-noel/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, which looked really cute, but the &lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home"&gt;american&lt;/a&gt; competition is pretty fierce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2415889776167894123?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2415889776167894123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-for-santa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2415889776167894123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2415889776167894123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-for-santa.html' title='Waiting for Santa'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7A58bllbyu4/TuzmDJ2w3JI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/RBnaqNqqsPQ/s72-c/20111211-IMG_5495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7738267243932134695</id><published>2011-12-15T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:11:24.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health care numbers</title><content type='html'>On avait rendez-vous chez la pédiatre pour quelques vaccins de La Poulette aujourd'hui. Ce qui m'a fait pensé que je ne vous avais pas donné ses stats des 6 mois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taille: 67 cm (75e percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Poids: 6,600 kg (20e percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande et mince, quoi, tout sa mère... il y a longtemps... Mais bref, passons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai d'autres chiffres intéressants à vous donner. Des chiffres en dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coût de la visite médicale et des vaccins des 6 mois : $844&lt;br /&gt;Coût des soins médicaux de La Poulette depuis sa naissance -en gros, 2 visites de pédiatre à l'hôpital, 6 visites de routine, 1 visite en dehors des visites de routine, et une visite chez l'ORL, et tous les vaccins : $4366.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez pendant qu'on y est, je vous met le coût de l'accouchement (pas de césarienne, une péridurale, et une nuit à l'hôpital), j'ai reçu la facture finale récemment : $28838.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heureusement qu'on a une bonne assurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si des lecteurs français ont des chiffres à me donner pour comparer, je suis intéressée...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À ce tarif-là, pas étonnant que les &lt;a href="http://seekingalpha.com/article/146992-comparing-u-s-healthcare-spending-with-other-oecd-countries"&gt;dépenses du système de santé&lt;/a&gt; américain soient quasiment le double de celles des autres pays industrialisés...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a pediatrician appointment with some vaccines for La Poulette today. Which made me think I never gave you her six months stats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Height: 26 in (75th percentile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weight: 14 lbs 8 oz (20th percentile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tall and thin, then, just like her mother ... a long time ago ... anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have other interesting numbers for you. Some dollar figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cost of well-baby exam and vaccines for the 6 month-appointment : $844&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cost of medical care for La Poulette from birth - two pediatrician visits at the hospital, six well-baby visits, a visit outside of routine exams and a visit to the ENT, and all the vaccines : $4,366.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since I'm at it I'll include the cost of the delivery (no C-section, an epidural, and one night at the hospital), because I received the final bill recently: $ 28,838. That's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortunately we have a good insurance ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If some French readers have numbers that they can share for me to compare, I am interested ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this rate, it's not surprising that &lt;a href="http://seekingalpha.com/article/146992-comparing-u-s-healthcare-spending-with-other-oecd-countries"&gt;health care spending&lt;/a&gt; in the US is twice as much as in other industrialized countries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7738267243932134695?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7738267243932134695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/health-care-numbers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7738267243932134695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7738267243932134695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/health-care-numbers.html' title='Health care numbers'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3246672072670856483</id><published>2011-12-11T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:07:11.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting up !</title><content type='html'>Une fois le sapin ramené à la maison, on a commencé la mission numéro 2: la décoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvT4Cle8R7c/TuLGZ7piYtI/AAAAAAAAFKk/LxOPyFQozZg/s1600/IMG_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'abord, la guirlande lumineuse, négociée en blanc cette année par votre serviteuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvfkzX1QlWQ/TuLGM_OYKJI/AAAAAAAAFKM/yKIVQv-yJYg/s1600/20111203-IMG_5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvfkzX1QlWQ/TuLGM_OYKJI/AAAAAAAAFKM/yKIVQv-yJYg/s320/20111203-IMG_5120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684323606127454354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positionnement vérifié par Tipoulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensuite, les décorations du sapin. La première a été posée par Tipoulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OnOHZUeZbo/TuLCgZyjjRI/AAAAAAAAFJo/_9oIlsNbs9k/s1600/20111203-IMG_5132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OnOHZUeZbo/TuLCgZyjjRI/AAAAAAAAFJo/_9oIlsNbs9k/s320/20111203-IMG_5132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684319541629521170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60CSocnua-c/TuLCgqfzglI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/oKpQt8LcoFg/s1600/20111203-IMG_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60CSocnua-c/TuLCgqfzglI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/oKpQt8LcoFg/s320/20111203-IMG_5136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684319546114277970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6P9_EU-J_U/TuLGaH-srZI/AAAAAAAAFKw/dxy_-16N4rM/s1600/IMG_5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6P9_EU-J_U/TuLGaH-srZI/AAAAAAAAFKw/dxy_-16N4rM/s320/IMG_5149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684323831815908754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-womBA-sRxQs/TuLGNQlAW6I/AAAAAAAAFKY/IFA-eMroC0k/s1600/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-womBA-sRxQs/TuLGNQlAW6I/AAAAAAAAFKY/IFA-eMroC0k/s320/IMG_5142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684323610785766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvT4Cle8R7c/TuLGZ7piYtI/AAAAAAAAFKk/LxOPyFQozZg/s1600/IMG_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvT4Cle8R7c/TuLGZ7piYtI/AAAAAAAAFKk/LxOPyFQozZg/s320/IMG_5146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684323828505928402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici quelques autres de mes décos favorites cette année.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHH3vr1MHc/TuLHHFl0UCI/AAAAAAAAFLs/2swpEmygyv0/s1600/IMG_5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHH3vr1MHc/TuLHHFl0UCI/AAAAAAAAFLs/2swpEmygyv0/s320/IMG_5260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324604268793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m042UxG9DBA/TuLHGmcEYSI/AAAAAAAAFLg/TH5rxyOP590/s1600/IMG_5223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m042UxG9DBA/TuLHGmcEYSI/AAAAAAAAFLg/TH5rxyOP590/s320/IMG_5223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324595906404642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F40trvN_Wfo/TuLGtHUhS-I/AAAAAAAAFLI/G6fRmSfyBCE/s1600/IMG_5219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F40trvN_Wfo/TuLGtHUhS-I/AAAAAAAAFLI/G6fRmSfyBCE/s320/IMG_5219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324158056516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2e6IbzVa-1M/TuLGtwkZawI/AAAAAAAAFLU/zESAxePXyis/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2e6IbzVa-1M/TuLGtwkZawI/AAAAAAAAFLU/zESAxePXyis/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324169128962818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au bout de 20 minutes, Tipoulet en a eu marre et a préféré décorer une chaise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKFtQNgVDoU/TuLGs9yfjYI/AAAAAAAAFK8/rkHc82DS0D0/s1600/IMG_5154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKFtQNgVDoU/TuLGs9yfjYI/AAAAAAAAFK8/rkHc82DS0D0/s320/IMG_5154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324155497876866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voilà le résultat final... Tada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py6KQgbaJEQ/TuLChA0FK9I/AAAAAAAAFKA/394fEv_k1K0/s1600/20111204-IMG_5286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py6KQgbaJEQ/TuLChA0FK9I/AAAAAAAAFKA/394fEv_k1K0/s320/20111204-IMG_5286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684319552104901586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur notre lancée, on (lire P et Tipoulet) a même fait l'extérieur de la maison. L'année dernière, il y en avait moins, mais elles étaient restées jusqu'en juin... Cette fois-ci, on essaiera de les démonter avant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGvwCqj-L1o/TuLHHiG4coI/AAAAAAAAFL4/XMAjDKBZTPM/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGvwCqj-L1o/TuLHHiG4coI/AAAAAAAAFL4/XMAjDKBZTPM/s320/IMG_5265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684324611923669634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once the tree back at home, we started the second mission of the day: decorate the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First the electric garland, and I negotiated a white one this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Positioning checked by Tipoulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the ornaments, and Tipoulet put the first one on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are some others of my favorite ones this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After 20 minutes Tipoulet was bored and started decorating a chair instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here's the final result... Tada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since we were at it we (read, P and Tipoulet) also decorated the front of the house. Last year, we had less lights, but they stayed there until June... This time, we'll try taking them down before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3246672072670856483?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3246672072670856483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighting-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3246672072670856483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3246672072670856483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighting-up.html' title='Lighting up !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvfkzX1QlWQ/TuLGM_OYKJI/AAAAAAAAFKM/yKIVQv-yJYg/s72-c/20111203-IMG_5120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7548032719953402498</id><published>2011-12-09T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:54:41.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas tree lot</title><content type='html'>Donc, samedi dernier, on est allé chercher notre sapin, au "Christmas tree lot" de &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/bare-tree.html"&gt;d'habitude&lt;/a&gt; (c'est la même ferme que celle du &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html"&gt;pumpkin patch&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme tous les ans, il y avait des tonnes d'arbres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tllAZlefz8M/TuKRLRZ-fII/AAAAAAAAFHw/EutEvBk_R5E/s1600/IMG_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tllAZlefz8M/TuKRLRZ-fII/AAAAAAAAFHw/EutEvBk_R5E/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265302531931266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des gigantesques,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxjcw5jtuJ8/TuKReDeGsCI/AAAAAAAAFH8/C6f440bZZCI/s1600/IMG_5034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxjcw5jtuJ8/TuKReDeGsCI/AAAAAAAAFH8/C6f440bZZCI/s320/IMG_5034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265625208664098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et quelques uns plus petits que Tipoulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4o1y7cfg6I/TuKUiCA6LAI/AAAAAAAAFJE/IdIgx-iktHw/s1600/20111203-IMG_5095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4o1y7cfg6I/TuKUiCA6LAI/AAAAAAAAFJE/IdIgx-iktHw/s320/20111203-IMG_5095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684268992072133634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_en3fRCklw/TuKR-7AiyfI/AAAAAAAAFIs/9-Hr6sJQExs/s1600/IMG_5081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a finalement choisi un joli sapin de 5-6 pieds, qui est allé tranquillement attendre son tour pour la pulvérisation de fausse neige (eh oui, on a innové cette année).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PweYuRhAozE/TuKRx-vohXI/AAAAAAAAFIU/5oKO0zgVJ1o/s1600/IMG_5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naSblH1eyvc/TuKRKxeVd3I/AAAAAAAAFHk/B24IvrS961k/s1600/IMG_5027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naSblH1eyvc/TuKRKxeVd3I/AAAAAAAAFHk/B24IvrS961k/s320/IMG_5027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265293960279922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une fois la première mission de la journée accomplie, on a pris quelques photos idiotes mais traditionnelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_en3fRCklw/TuKR-7AiyfI/AAAAAAAAFIs/9-Hr6sJQExs/s1600/IMG_5081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_en3fRCklw/TuKR-7AiyfI/AAAAAAAAFIs/9-Hr6sJQExs/s320/IMG_5081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684266189872876018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vveD9utoL9A/TuKRefS4f8I/AAAAAAAAFII/QQtC1BbqdY0/s1600/IMG_5046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vveD9utoL9A/TuKRefS4f8I/AAAAAAAAFII/QQtC1BbqdY0/s320/IMG_5046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265632677789634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naSblH1eyvc/TuKRKxeVd3I/AAAAAAAAFHk/B24IvrS961k/s1600/IMG_5027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où la comparaison des photos annuelles ne suffise pas à nous convaincre que les loulous grandissent trop vite, on peut même les mesurer à une vraie toise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I35jkTxvCBQ/TuKRyFOVLLI/AAAAAAAAFIg/n5S0EJetKYw/s1600/IMG_5072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I35jkTxvCBQ/TuKRyFOVLLI/AAAAAAAAFIg/n5S0EJetKYw/s320/IMG_5072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265969276759218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PweYuRhAozE/TuKRx-vohXI/AAAAAAAAFIU/5oKO0zgVJ1o/s1600/IMG_5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PweYuRhAozE/TuKRx-vohXI/AAAAAAAAFIU/5oKO0zgVJ1o/s320/IMG_5068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684265967537390962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pieds !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin pour La Poulette, on attendra l'année prochaine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx2Ti5Y-n74/TuKVAgxLyvI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/iAx7bE48s8g/s1600/IMG_5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx2Ti5Y-n74/TuKVAgxLyvI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/iAx7bE48s8g/s320/IMG_5206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684269515723754226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZgl6u0ClOI/TuKVA-3nk1I/AAAAAAAAFJc/2_BIcjnUn9c/s1600/IMG_5213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZgl6u0ClOI/TuKVA-3nk1I/AAAAAAAAFJc/2_BIcjnUn9c/s320/IMG_5213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684269523803804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So last Saturday we went to get our Christmas tree at our &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/bare-tree.html"&gt;usual&lt;/a&gt; Christmas tree lot (it's also the same farm that did the &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html"&gt;Pumpkin patch&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual they were a ton of trees, some gigantic and a few smaller than Tipoulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We finally picked a 5-6 feet high tree that went in line to get covered in fake snow (yes, we went for something new and exciting this year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once our first mission of the day accomplished we went to get some silly and traditional pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in case comparing yearly pictures wouldn't be enough to convince us that our chicken are growing too fast, we can even measure them on a growth chart... 3 feet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well for La Poulette, we'll have to wait until next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7548032719953402498?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7548032719953402498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7548032719953402498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7548032719953402498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-lot.html' title='The Christmas tree lot'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tllAZlefz8M/TuKRLRZ-fII/AAAAAAAAFHw/EutEvBk_R5E/s72-c/IMG_5031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1974106293581529886</id><published>2011-12-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:33:49.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance bike</title><content type='html'>Tipoulet avait eu un &lt;a href="http://www.mystriderbike.com/"&gt;Balance bike&lt;/a&gt; pour son anniversaire, en Mai dernier. Juste après le sursaut d'excitation, il s'est tourné vers nous pour nous demander où étaient les pédales... Bah il y en a pas... P et moi avions vu des petits gamins en faire, et lu pas mal de revues dithyrambiques: ça leur apprend à trouver leur équilibre, et ils peuvent ensuite passer direct à un vrai vélo, sans petites roues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était pas gagné, donc. Et en effet, les premières fois, le vélo a passé plus de temps dans nos mains que sous ses fesses (heureusement, c'est léger comme une plume). P était d'ailleurs prêt à le revendre au bout d'une semaine... En même temps, P n'est pas un modèle de patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai donc travaillé, sans précipitation, sur le mental et le physique avec le loulou, et maintenant, il y arrive hyper bien et il adore ! Même quand il se prend des gadins (pas souvent), il ne se fait jamais mal et ça le fait plutôt rigoler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici une petite vidéo pour vous donner une idée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33141660?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet got a &lt;a href="http://www.mystriderbike.com/"&gt;balance bike&lt;/a&gt; for his birthday last May. Immediately after the burst of excitement, he turned to us to ask where the pedals were ... Well, there were no pedals ... P and I had seen little kids use one, and read a lot of rave reviews: it teaches them to find their balance, and then they can upgrade directly to a real bike, without training wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we were off to a rough start. And indeed, the first few times, the bike spent more time in our hands than under his buttocks (fortunately, it's light as a feather). P was ready to sell it after a week ... On the other hand, P is not an image of patience.&lt;br /&gt;So I worked, slowly, on the mind and the body with loulou, and now he's really good at it and loves it ! Even when he takes a fall (not often), he never hurts himself and finds it funny instead ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a short video to give you an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1974106293581529886?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1974106293581529886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/balance-bike_05.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1974106293581529886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1974106293581529886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/balance-bike_05.html' title='Balance bike'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2175775222538911328</id><published>2011-12-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:11:04.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent calendar</title><content type='html'>Ça y est, le compte à rebours pour Noël est lancé ! Et on a bossé dur ce week-end. Les décorations de Halloween sont rangées, et le sapin est installé dans le salon (photos à suivre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour la peine, et pour encourager Tipoulet qui commence à reconnaître lettres et nombres, on a même fait un calendrier de l'avent-maison*, avec des petites surprises à ouvrir chaque soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaTTUTHtYZM/TtxdNAAATWI/AAAAAAAAFGo/nrCnVYbtUTQ/s1600/IMG_5008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaTTUTHtYZM/TtxdNAAATWI/AAAAAAAAFGo/nrCnVYbtUTQ/s320/IMG_5008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682519307754425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4lJe_HmobE/TtxdN1JjX_I/AAAAAAAAFG0/OiDA0pCr3Qo/s1600/IMG_5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4lJe_HmobE/TtxdN1JjX_I/AAAAAAAAFG0/OiDA0pCr3Qo/s320/IMG_5014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682519322021552114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans le premier sac, par exemple, il a trouvé une petite bougie en forme de sapin de Noël. Il a l'air d'adorer pour l'instant. Chaque jour, il demande quel sac il a le droit d'ouvrir, et trouve le bon chiffre grâce à un dessin qu'on lui donne pour l'aider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA6YTC8J4mU/Ttxd72LB-UI/AAAAAAAAFHA/Al4JXh9KOq4/s1600/20111201-IMG_4953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA6YTC8J4mU/Ttxd72LB-UI/AAAAAAAAFHA/Al4JXh9KOq4/s320/20111201-IMG_4953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682520112570169666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pshFUlaFBMY/Ttxd8BnsCnI/AAAAAAAAFHM/CO3zX7GM4cA/s1600/20111201-IMG_4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pshFUlaFBMY/Ttxd8BnsCnI/AAAAAAAAFHM/CO3zX7GM4cA/s320/20111201-IMG_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682520115643157106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bntv0deHlS4/Ttxd8umSDNI/AAAAAAAAFHY/Myopv961UAQ/s1600/20111201-IMG_4990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bntv0deHlS4/Ttxd8umSDNI/AAAAAAAAFHY/Myopv961UAQ/s320/20111201-IMG_4990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682520127716854994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* inspiré par des choses vues sur &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, et avec ces &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/11/deck-the-halls-diy/"&gt;étiquettes&lt;/a&gt;** à imprimer&lt;br /&gt;** elles étaient faites pour être transférées au fer à repasser, mais je n'ai pas de fer repasser***&lt;br /&gt;*** et c'est toujours pas sur ma liste au Père Noël cette année...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There we are already, the countdown to Christmas has started ! And we worked hard this week-end. The Halloween decorations are put away, and the Christmas tree is up in our living room (pictures will follow).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, to encourage Tipoulet who is starting to recognize letters and numbers, we even created a home-made advent calendar*, with little surprises to open every evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the first bag, for instance, he found a Christmas tree-shaped candle. He seems to love it so far. Everyday he asks which bag he can open, and finds the number himself with a little drawing from us to help.&lt;br /&gt;*inspired by things I had seen on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, and with these free printable** &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/11/deck-the-halls-diy/"&gt;labels &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**they were originally meant to be ironed on, but I don't actually own an iron***&lt;br /&gt;*** and it's still not on my Christmas wish-list this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2175775222538911328?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2175775222538911328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-calendar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2175775222538911328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2175775222538911328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-calendar.html' title='Advent calendar'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaTTUTHtYZM/TtxdNAAATWI/AAAAAAAAFGo/nrCnVYbtUTQ/s72-c/IMG_5008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3244300972496379582</id><published>2011-11-29T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:01:25.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family holiday</title><content type='html'>J'ai appris à apprécier &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Action_de_Gr%C3%A2ce_%28Thanksgiving%29#Origines_aux_.C3.89tats-Unis"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt; un peu plus chaque année. Pas vraiment pour la commémoration historique, à laquelle je reste toujours assez étrangère, mais pour son aspect symbolique. Se réunir en famille, autour d'une bonne table, et rendre grâce pour ce qu'on a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci à nos hôtes, I et A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyis_Dy41ok/TtXenhxlkFI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/-VnLKVIDFvQ/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyis_Dy41ok/TtXenhxlkFI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/-VnLKVIDFvQ/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680691275660365906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et moi, je suis heureuse d'avoir ces trois-là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMSzhb7seo/TtXgTVAs0mI/AAAAAAAAFGc/6ImDmxBLpos/s1600/IMG_4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMSzhb7seo/TtXgTVAs0mI/AAAAAAAAFGc/6ImDmxBLpos/s320/IMG_4680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680693127659967074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have learned to appreciate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_%28United_States%29"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt; a little more every year. Not for the historical commemoration, which remains very foreign to me, but for its values and its traditions. To gather with your family, around a plentiful table, a give grace for what we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you to our hosts, I and A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And me, I am grateful for these three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3244300972496379582?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3244300972496379582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3244300972496379582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3244300972496379582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-holiday.html' title='Family holiday'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyis_Dy41ok/TtXenhxlkFI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/-VnLKVIDFvQ/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5646305686009186067</id><published>2011-11-24T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:50:10.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day in LA</title><content type='html'>On est descendu en voiture jusqu'à Los Angeles pour passer quelques jours avec nos cousins américains, en famille donc, comme il se doit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Thanksgiving à tous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/geraldinemaro/CalifornianChicken02#5678710004707771106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v5FUvuTVSy8/Ts7UqYUQQuI/AAAAAAAAFGE/xL4lBogt07o/s288/1.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We drove down to Los Angeles to spend a few days with our American cousins, with our family here, like real Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all of you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5646305686009186067?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5646305686009186067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-day-in-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5646305686009186067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5646305686009186067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-day-in-la.html' title='Turkey day in LA'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v5FUvuTVSy8/Ts7UqYUQQuI/AAAAAAAAFGE/xL4lBogt07o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1718811124744584343</id><published>2011-11-17T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:14:38.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Bridges</title><content type='html'>Samedi dernier, on a emmené les enfants et la belle-famille de visite en Californie à Santa Cruz. On voulait aller voir le &lt;a href="http://parks.ca.gov/?page_id=541"&gt;Natural Bridges State Beach&lt;/a&gt;, qui accueille généralement des &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monarque_%28papillon%29"&gt;papillons monarques&lt;/a&gt; à cette période de l'année.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les papillons se regroupent dans une forêt d'eucalyptus, que l'on rejoint par un joli sentier de randonnée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHnOU5xfPa4/TsLXwPPEADI/AAAAAAAAFCk/T4wTw0u7E8M/s1600/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHnOU5xfPa4/TsLXwPPEADI/AAAAAAAAFCk/T4wTw0u7E8M/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335704163647538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t654ScnY6jo/TsLXwpPj2JI/AAAAAAAAFCw/2fqBFJLjVpg/s1600/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t654ScnY6jo/TsLXwpPj2JI/AAAAAAAAFCw/2fqBFJLjVpg/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335711145056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qNgjbrxTU8/TsLYTYxXObI/AAAAAAAAFC8/_q00chkKheI/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qNgjbrxTU8/TsLYTYxXObI/AAAAAAAAFC8/_q00chkKheI/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675336308018854322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SdGz2ZryJ8/TsYOd6Ci1DI/AAAAAAAAFFY/BwxmMEHOtkk/s1600/IMG_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SdGz2ZryJ8/TsYOd6Ci1DI/AAAAAAAAFFY/BwxmMEHOtkk/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676240287306011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plusieurs dizaines de milliers de monarques s'arrêtent chaque année dans ce parc et si on lève le nez, par une journée ensoleillée, on peut déjà apercevoir les papillons s'agiter dans les airs le long du sentier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biGHb8kl8vY/TsLYT2gHXCI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gcoYcdLrB-w/s1600/IMG_4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biGHb8kl8vY/TsLYT2gHXCI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gcoYcdLrB-w/s320/IMG_4279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675336315999575074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gnVUMOJSJg/TsYJ7lesHsI/AAAAAAAAFEo/K33731In-lk/s1600/20111112-IMG_4304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gnVUMOJSJg/TsYJ7lesHsI/AAAAAAAAFEo/K33731In-lk/s320/20111112-IMG_4304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676235299624853186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5BEI4UrD-Q/TsLYTnM96bI/AAAAAAAAFDE/V-Fka9vm-Cc/s1600/IMG_4274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5BEI4UrD-Q/TsLYTnM96bI/AAAAAAAAFDE/V-Fka9vm-Cc/s320/IMG_4274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675336311892732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les eucalyptus, les papillons s'accrochent en énormes grappes, probablement pour se protéger du vent et du froid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTGX_JYmSF0/TsYJ75M2wXI/AAAAAAAAFE0/4npkdXd5Ka4/s1600/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTGX_JYmSF0/TsYJ75M2wXI/AAAAAAAAFE0/4npkdXd5Ka4/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676235304918761842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVB2vKF6a8s/TsYLG-oTvKI/AAAAAAAAFFA/xTUmjImCByI/s1600/IMG_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVB2vKF6a8s/TsYLG-oTvKI/AAAAAAAAFFA/xTUmjImCByI/s320/IMG_4334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676236594866273442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BokBU7IoYmI/TsYLHRMNWqI/AAAAAAAAFFM/rmK0Nvd3kPA/s1600/IMG_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BokBU7IoYmI/TsYLHRMNWqI/AAAAAAAAFFM/rmK0Nvd3kPA/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676236599848688290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout le monde a aimé la ballade, même ceux qui ne savent pas ce qu'est un papillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BovLG9AEFbk/TsWwF_JThXI/AAAAAAAAFDs/Zy3sq-fnw-s/s1600/IMG_4398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BovLG9AEFbk/TsWwF_JThXI/AAAAAAAAFDs/Zy3sq-fnw-s/s320/IMG_4398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676136522266674546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGLGq3IjAc/TsW0sGshjOI/AAAAAAAAFEg/6uEKlx-OGDs/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGLGq3IjAc/TsW0sGshjOI/AAAAAAAAFEg/6uEKlx-OGDs/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676141575174982882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5BEI4UrD-Q/TsLYTnM96bI/AAAAAAAAFDE/V-Fka9vm-Cc/s1600/IMG_4274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À propos de grappes, on a croisé d'autres résidents de Santa Cruz qui aiment à s'agréger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des surfers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vawHx0mDStE/TsYQHzocd3I/AAAAAAAAFFk/Is4IiA_jS-E/s1600/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vawHx0mDStE/TsYQHzocd3I/AAAAAAAAFFk/Is4IiA_jS-E/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676242106652063602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et des pélicans !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDwsh3SgsA8/TsYQJf6rxVI/AAAAAAAAFFw/p_hZzTabQF0/s1600/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDwsh3SgsA8/TsYQJf6rxVI/AAAAAAAAFFw/p_hZzTabQF0/s320/IMG_4499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676242135719593298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vawHx0mDStE/TsYQHzocd3I/AAAAAAAAFFk/Is4IiA_jS-E/s1600/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une bien belle journée en somme !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkIq6NukqU0/TsYQJ_rh3FI/AAAAAAAAFF8/ysdXmnrSMI0/s1600/IMG_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkIq6NukqU0/TsYQJ_rh3FI/AAAAAAAAFF8/ysdXmnrSMI0/s320/IMG_4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676242144245963858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Saturday we took the kids and my in-laws, who were visiting us, to Santa Cruz. We wanted to go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://parks.ca.gov/?page_id=541"&gt;Natural Bridges State Beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which is home to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monarch_%28butterfly%29"&gt;monarch butterflies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; colony at this time of year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterflies aggregate in a eucalyptus grove that can be reached at the end of a nice little trail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several tens of thousands of butterflies stop every year in this park and if you look up in the air, you can already see them flying everywhere along the trail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the eucalyptus butterflies cluster together in big clumps, probably to protect themselves from the wind and cold temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody enjoyed the hike, even the ones who have no idea what a butterfly is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking about clusters, we saw other Santa Cruz residents who tend to cluster as well...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surfers, and pelicans !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a lovely day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1718811124744584343?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1718811124744584343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/natural-bridges.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1718811124744584343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1718811124744584343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/natural-bridges.html' title='Natural Bridges'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHnOU5xfPa4/TsLXwPPEADI/AAAAAAAAFCk/T4wTw0u7E8M/s72-c/IMG_4157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7905635699417531089</id><published>2011-11-11T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:14:38.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solids</title><content type='html'>La Poulette a commencé à manger des purées il y a quelques semaines. Comme pour son frère, on n'a pas attendu l'âge conseillé des 6 mois... En gros, le feu vert pour nous, c'était qu'ils s'intéressaient de près à ce qu'il y avait dans notre assiette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour l'instant, elle a eu droit aux trucs classiques (américains?): céréales de riz et d'avoine; purées de patate douce, de courge butternut, de chou-fleur; banane écrasée. On a haricots verts dans la pipeline. Tout a été mangé... Mais ce qui  a de loin eu le plus de succès, c'est mon yaourt aux fraises, que je lui ai fait goûté parce qu'elle le regardait avec des yeux gros comme des balles de golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33197952?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="227" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Vidéo en accéléré" fabriquée à partir de photos - "Time-lapse video" made from pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette sarted eating solid foods a few weeks ago. Like with her brother, we didn't wait until the recommended 6-month mark... Our go-sign was pretty much the fact that they were so interested in what was on our plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To date she has tried many classic (american?) first foods: rice and oat cereal; sweet potato, butternut squash, and cauliflower purées; mashed banana. Green beans is up next. Everything got eaten... But what by far was the most popular was my strawberry yogurt, which I let her try because she was staring at it with eyes as big as golf balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7905635699417531089?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e851b61a52dec0c0&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7905635699417531089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/solids.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7905635699417531089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7905635699417531089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/solids.html' title='Solids'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2065763725913913165</id><published>2011-11-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:53:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Le Cat !</title><content type='html'>Quand Tipoulet est en manque de partenaire de jeu à la maison, il jette son dévolu sur &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/fr/app/talking-tom-cat/id377194688?mt=8"&gt;Tom le Chat qui Parle&lt;/a&gt;, le chat de l'app* qu'on a installée sur l'iPhone et l'iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation** enregistrée ce matin entre Tom et lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audioUrl=https://files.me.com/b.maro/mugoxu.mp3" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" quality="best" height="27" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audioUrl=https://files.me.com/b.maro/rr10jy.mp3" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" quality="best" height="27" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vois ça comme un aperçu de ce qui nous attend quand La Poulette aura l'âge de remplacer Tom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* merci Mamina et Tati E pour ce "bon" tuyau.&lt;br /&gt;** pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas, Tom répète tout ce que vous dites avec une voix rigolote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Tipoulet doesn't have anybody to play with at home, he usually goes find &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/talking-tom-cat/id377194688?mt=8"&gt;Talking Tom&lt;/a&gt;, the cat from the app* that we downloaded on the iPhone and iPad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversation** between Tom and him recorded this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transcription:&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tom : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No, you're a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tom : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No, you're a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... (and so on, you get the idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey, Le Cat, look up here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey, Le Cat, look up here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet, punching the iPad : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No! I'm not a cat, YOU're a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tipoulet, stop it please, don't punch the iPad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;BUT MOMMMY, he said I was a cat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see this as a preview of what awaits us when La Poulette will be old enough to replace Tom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* thanks Mamina and Auntie E for the "tip".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** for those who don't know him, Tom repeats everything you say with a funny voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2065763725913913165?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2065763725913913165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-le-cat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2065763725913913165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2065763725913913165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-le-cat.html' title='Hey Le Cat !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4577342941098044385</id><published>2011-10-31T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:42:05.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugared-out</title><content type='html'>Bon ben la récolte a été bonne : 1 kilo et demi de bonbons !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGwe9Vzf-NQ/Tq-IxQVCJ1I/AAAAAAAAFCM/FTiFyWpaPz4/s1600/20111031-IMG_3872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGwe9Vzf-NQ/Tq-IxQVCJ1I/AAAAAAAAFCM/FTiFyWpaPz4/s320/20111031-IMG_3872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669900835660900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pensais emmener Tipoulet "&lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farce_ou_friandise"&gt;Trick-or-treat&lt;/a&gt;" dans deux ou trois maisons voisines avant la tombée de la nuit, mais une heure et demie plus tard, on y était toujours. Tipoulet a très vite compris la règle du jeu : s'il y a une citrouille devant la porte et des lumières allumées, on peut aller chercher des friandises, sinon, on passe son chemin. Il a couru de maison en maison, avec un sac de plus en plus lourd, en répétant bien à chaque fois (avec parfois un peu d'aide) "Trick-or-treat! Thank you. Happy Halloween!". Il s'est éclaté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3O-LBPYp8/Tq-Iwap749I/AAAAAAAAFB4/2E1iy8CGvGM/s1600/20111031-IMG_3858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3O-LBPYp8/Tq-Iwap749I/AAAAAAAAFB4/2E1iy8CGvGM/s320/20111031-IMG_3858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669900821253055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9sEIktSIrc/Tq-IxAoVyHI/AAAAAAAAFCA/34Kv_NiU51k/s1600/20111031-IMG_3870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9sEIktSIrc/Tq-IxAoVyHI/AAAAAAAAFCA/34Kv_NiU51k/s320/20111031-IMG_3870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669900831446911090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et chose plus inattendue, je me suis vraiment bien amusée aussi. Je regrette de n'avoir pas pris mon appareil avec moi, parce que certaines maisons valaient vraiment le coup d'oeil ! La plus délirante avait un faux pendu sur son porche ! Et j'ai adoré l'esprit très village aussi : la grande majorité des gens avaient pris soin d'être à la maison pour attendre les "Trick-or-treaters", et ceux qui n'étaient pas chez eux avaient souvent laissé un panier plein de sucreries en self-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QhsZmWzzkU/Tq-IwHICujI/AAAAAAAAFBo/wr6kiwhl1T8/s1600/20111031-IMG_3834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QhsZmWzzkU/Tq-IwHICujI/AAAAAAAAFBo/wr6kiwhl1T8/s320/20111031-IMG_3834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669900816010623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, on verra qui va manger tous ces bonbons... (J'ai déjà repéré des KitKat Halloween).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, the trick-or-treating was pretty successful : Tipoulet got three pounds of candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I was going to take him "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trick-or-treating"&gt;Trick-or-treat&lt;/a&gt;" to two or three neighbors houses before nightfall, but an hour and a half later, he was still there running from one to the next. Tipoulet understood the rules of the game very quickly : if there is a pumpkin on the porch and the lights on, you can get candy, otherwise you just keep going. He went from house to house with a bag getting heavier and heavier, repeating almost every time (sometimes with some prompting) "Trick-or-treat! Thank you. Happy Halloween". He had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what's more unexpected, I really had fun too. It's too bad I didn't have my camera with  me because some houses were really worth a look! The craziest one had a fake dude hung on the porch! And I loved the "community" feel : the vast majority of people had made sure to be at home to wait for the "Trick-or-treaters," and those who were not at home often had left a basket full of sweets for them to help themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we'll see who is going to eat all that candy... (I already spotted some KitKat Halloween).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4577342941098044385?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4577342941098044385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/sugared-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4577342941098044385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4577342941098044385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/sugared-out.html' title='Sugared-out'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGwe9Vzf-NQ/Tq-IxQVCJ1I/AAAAAAAAFCM/FTiFyWpaPz4/s72-c/20111031-IMG_3872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2442795757210088008</id><published>2011-10-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:29:56.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween !</title><content type='html'>On a pris un peu d'avance sur Halloween hier en allant au "Trick-or-treat" de California avenue. C'était très sympa et Tipoulet a eu plein de bonbons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxDOlvrA20Q/Tq-RqdPtSkI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Jf8HFk9bGlI/s1600/IMG_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxDOlvrA20Q/Tq-RqdPtSkI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Jf8HFk9bGlI/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669910614473787970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsQ5JghZAow/Tq8iYC23BJI/AAAAAAAAFAs/TEaVeLoOvGA/s1600/IMG_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsQ5JghZAow/Tq8iYC23BJI/AAAAAAAAFAs/TEaVeLoOvGA/s320/IMG_3554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669788252361917586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gCeDb-7CTs/Tq8iYjcWIRI/AAAAAAAAFA4/0ICqn--vUKw/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gCeDb-7CTs/Tq8iYjcWIRI/AAAAAAAAFA4/0ICqn--vUKw/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669788261109080338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On était aussi de "corvée" de snack pour la classe de Tipoulet au daycare cet après-midi, alors on leur a préparé des trucs spécial Halloween: &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/halloween-recipes/halloween-snacks/apple-bites-688193/"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/halloween-recipes/halloween-snacks/cheese-finger-food-685121/"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt;, et des cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP73E42x60g/Tq8it2fKd2I/AAAAAAAAFBE/uOapqTRgEts/s1600/IMG_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP73E42x60g/Tq8it2fKd2I/AAAAAAAAFBE/uOapqTRgEts/s320/IMG_3571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669788626998425442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35lBRlwI5Ug/Tq8iuH8C4II/AAAAAAAAFBU/vQCRD-muPos/s1600/IMG_3576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35lBRlwI5Ug/Tq8iuH8C4II/AAAAAAAAFBU/vQCRD-muPos/s320/IMG_3576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669788631682965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWH3o-TQgyY/Tq8iux0uD8I/AAAAAAAAFBc/6KAzggMKsgs/s1600/IMG_3578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWH3o-TQgyY/Tq8iux0uD8I/AAAAAAAAFBc/6KAzggMKsgs/s320/IMG_3578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669788642926530498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que ça aura du succès, sinon, ils vont avoir la dalle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et ce soir, on renfile nos costumes pour aller frapper à quelques portes du voisinage !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Hallowen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We took a little head-start with Halloween yesterday by going to "Trick-or-treat" on California Avenue. It was very nice and Tipoulet got tons of candy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were also on "snack-duty" at his daycare this afternoon, so we prepared special Halloween treats : &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/halloween-recipes/halloween-snacks/apple-bites-688193/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/halloween/halloween-recipes/halloween-snacks/cheese-finger-food-685121/"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;, and some cookies ... I hope they'll like them, otherwise they will be starving ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tonight, we're putting our costumes back on to knock on a few doors in our neighborhood !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Halloween !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2442795757210088008?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2442795757210088008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2442795757210088008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2442795757210088008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxDOlvrA20Q/Tq-RqdPtSkI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Jf8HFk9bGlI/s72-c/IMG_3538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-9213151557877254861</id><published>2011-10-28T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:01:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One only lends money to the rich*</title><content type='html'>J'ai eu sous les yeux la semaine dernière une copie de notre 'credit report'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'abord, qu'est-ce que le 'credit report' ? C'est en gros un rapport qui contient toutes les informations concernant votre historique de débiteur (ou 'credit history'), collectées par les agences de crédit (ou 'credit bureau') : combien de cartes de crédit vous possédez, avec quelles banques, combien vous payez avec chaque mois, et combien vous remboursez, avez-vous un prêt automobile, ou immobilier, est-ce que vous devez de l'argent aux impôts, ou à votre dentiste, et j'en passe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et à quoi ça sert ? Eh ben, à plein de choses. À souscrire un abonnement de téléphone portable, ou à obtenir une carte de crédit, par exemple. Car plus vous êtes un bon débiteur (qui paie ses dettes à l'heure), plus on vous prête des sous. Et inversement. Ce qu'on a appris à nos dépens, puisqu'en arrivant aux États-Unis, comme tout étranger, on avait pas de credit history. Or, ici, vous êtes présumé coupable tant que votre innocence n'est pas prouvée. Pas de credit history = mauvaise 'credit history'. En France, ça marche plutôt dans l'autre sens : si les banques trouvent votre nom dans leur système, c'est que vous leur avez causé des ennuis... En France, vous êtes présumé innocent tant que votre culpabilité n'est pas prouvée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et puis, un bon 'credit report', ça sert enfin à obtenir des taux intéressants sur des prêts immobiliers, ce qui nous concerne plus particulièrement en ce moment (j'en reparlerai sûrement).  Et j'ai donc été ravie de constater que nous avions, P et moi, d'excellents 'credit scores' (notes de crédit). Toutes ces années à m'occuper de toutes nos &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/03/capitalism-love-story.html"&gt;cartes de crédit&lt;/a&gt; ont porté leurs fruits ! En même temps, il n'y a pas de quoi se vanter, payer ses factures à temps quand on en a les moyens, c'est pas difficile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, j'ai été moins ravie de lire ça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3wODFmEp6k/TqrqgnVaZ7I/AAAAAAAAE7k/F4et8Udv_jo/s1600/IMG_3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3wODFmEp6k/TqrqgnVaZ7I/AAAAAAAAE7k/F4et8Udv_jo/s320/IMG_3522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668600927034697650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En gros, tout est bon, sauf qu'on est pas au US depuis assez longtemps... Et ça, il y a pas grand-chose à faire pour améliorer... Ah et puis, le quatrième reproche qui est fait à P: trop de comptes avec des soldes. Sachant qu'il n'utilise que 2 cartes de crédit, tout comme moi. Et qu'à moi, ils me reprochent de ne pas en utiliser assez... Va comprendre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just got a copy of our 'credit report' last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, what is a 'credit report'? It's basically a report containing all information about your history as a borrower (or 'credit history'), collected by the credit bureaus: how many credit cards you have, with which banks, how much you charge each month and how much you pay, do you have a car loan, or a mortgage, do you owe money to taxes, or to your dentist, and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how is a credit report useful ? Well, for many things. To get a cell phone, or a credit card, for example. The better you pay your debts, the more people will lend you money. And vice versa. Which we learned the hard way, since when we arrived in the US from abroad, we had no credit history. And here, you are presumed guilty until your innocence is proven. No credit history = bad 'credit history'. In France, it works pretty much the other way around: if the banks find your name in their system, it means you have caused them trouble ... In France, you are presumed innocent until you're proven guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And finally, a good 'credit report' is needed to obtain good rates on loans, something we care more particularly about these days (I will probably get back to that at some point). And so I was pleased to see that both P and I have excellent 'credit scores'. All these years I spent taking care of all our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/03/capitalism-love-story.html"&gt;credit cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; paid off! I shouldn't brag too much about it, paying your bills on time is not hard when you have enough money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, I was less happy to see that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In summary we're doing great, except for the fact that we haven't been in the US long enough... And there's not much I can do to improve that... Oh, and the fourth reason that lowers P's score: too many accounts with balances. When he uses only two credit cards, just like me. And when they think that I, on the other hand, am not using enough of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* the title is a literal translation of a french saying. Another translation might be "Only the rich get richer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-9213151557877254861?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/9213151557877254861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-only-lends-money-to-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/9213151557877254861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/9213151557877254861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-only-lends-money-to-rich.html' title='One only lends money to the rich*'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3wODFmEp6k/TqrqgnVaZ7I/AAAAAAAAE7k/F4et8Udv_jo/s72-c/IMG_3522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8424587294161084483</id><published>2011-10-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:13:09.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in translation, again</title><content type='html'>Conversation au dîner hier soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moi, quand je serai grand, grand, grand, je pourrai avoir des chevals bleus..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P, qui l'interrompt: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Des 'chevaux', Loulou, quand il y a un cheval, on dit 'cheval', mais quand il y en a deux, trois..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet, interrompant à son tour: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Non, non, non. Des &lt;/span&gt;CHEVALS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;SHOVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sandbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, pour faire des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;piles of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est que le début.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversation (in french) at dinner yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet: &lt;/span&gt;"Me, when I'll be big, big, big, I will have blue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chevals&lt;/span&gt;*..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P, interrupting: &lt;/span&gt;"Chevaux**, Loulou, when there's only one, you say 'cheval', but when there's two, three..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet, interrupting as well: &lt;/span&gt;"No, no, no. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEVALS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOVELS&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sandbox&lt;/span&gt;, to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piles of sand&lt;/span&gt;.***"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* '&lt;/span&gt;cheval&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' is the singular for 'horse'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** '&lt;/span&gt;chevaux&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' (pronounce shovo) is the plural for 'horses'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** see actual quote in french version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8424587294161084483?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8424587294161084483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/lost-in-translation-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8424587294161084483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8424587294161084483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/lost-in-translation-again.html' title='Lost in translation, again'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4720261924706811883</id><published>2011-10-17T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:52:43.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Préparations pour Halloween obligent, nous sommes allés au champ de citrouilles (pumpkin patch, où l'on vient chercher ses citrouilles) il y a 8 jours. En fait, c'était pas un vrai grand champ de citrouilles (la plupart proviennent de Half Moon Bay), mais pour un enfant de 3 ans, c'était parfait et ça présentait l'avantage de n'être qu'à 10 minutes de voiture (au lieu d'une heure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et puis soyons franc, le truc favori de Tipoulet, ça a été le chateau gonflable, donc bon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3k8q5hO1X1k/TpyncGrni-I/AAAAAAAAE4o/U4xVp5GaRC4/s1600/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3k8q5hO1X1k/TpyncGrni-I/AAAAAAAAE4o/U4xVp5GaRC4/s320/IMG_3034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664586532596976610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une fois Tipoulet sorti dudit chateau gonflable, on a réussi à faire des choses plus sympathiques (et plus photogéniques).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez voir les fameuses citrouilles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRgwzh1XyYI/TpNEWReNIbI/AAAAAAAAE1A/nFNEm2v94Jo/s1600/IMG_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRgwzh1XyYI/TpNEWReNIbI/AAAAAAAAE1A/nFNEm2v94Jo/s320/IMG_2506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661944305972748722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6obBDzy3Lw/TpNEW0G-D7I/AAAAAAAAE1I/ihZbsTbp8kw/s1600/IMG_2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6obBDzy3Lw/TpNEW0G-D7I/AAAAAAAAE1I/ihZbsTbp8kw/s320/IMG_2514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661944315270533042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9ML_varN1A/TpNEij0P0FI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/GKC19breriw/s1600/IMG_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9ML_varN1A/TpNEij0P0FI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/GKC19breriw/s320/IMG_2519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661944517055467602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faire un petit tour de poney,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqjj-AEWb7E/TpNEzp26y1I/AAAAAAAAE1g/sXshsW6oGYQ/s1600/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqjj-AEWb7E/TpNEzp26y1I/AAAAAAAAE1g/sXshsW6oGYQ/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661944810735061842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et aller caresser les animaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTnKiMmXOzA/Tpyg40Lui4I/AAAAAAAAE2M/xWUzdevmeg8/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTnKiMmXOzA/Tpyg40Lui4I/AAAAAAAAE2M/xWUzdevmeg8/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664579329266191234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwKREBhXxjc/Tpyg5GNhjzI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/5JViJE2_V1w/s1600/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwKREBhXxjc/Tpyg5GNhjzI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/5JViJE2_V1w/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664579334105567026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpM2zlLvAjQ/Tpyg4lam2HI/AAAAAAAAE2A/AyhyapNK5Wc/s1600/IMG_2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpM2zlLvAjQ/Tpyg4lam2HI/AAAAAAAAE2A/AyhyapNK5Wc/s320/IMG_2572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664579325302069362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, on a râté le tour en charrette, très populaire apparemment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShUOhiWHRqQ/TpNEi-O81kI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/x2BRRUjFvb8/s1600/IMG_2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShUOhiWHRqQ/TpNEi-O81kI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/x2BRRUjFvb8/s320/IMG_2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661944524146792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, et comme on s'était quand même bien amusé, on y est retourné hier. Et notre amie K nous a rejoint avec sa fille AM, du même âge que Tipoulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les bambins ont à nouveau eu l'air d'apprécier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_F1DUsZf68w/Tpyty7xS3jI/AAAAAAAAE40/QVeoB-8PyvY/s1600/IMG_2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_F1DUsZf68w/Tpyty7xS3jI/AAAAAAAAE40/QVeoB-8PyvY/s320/IMG_2867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593521874755122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et en guise de tour en charrette (à nouveau plus de places), ils ont eu droit à une petite promenade en remorque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvVwe1U-mTc/Tpyl6SZp7UI/AAAAAAAAE20/taNLR5J6uXc/s1600/IMG_2911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvVwe1U-mTc/Tpyl6SZp7UI/AAAAAAAAE20/taNLR5J6uXc/s320/IMG_2911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664584852115680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcCkhsCneW0/Tpyl6N0LfYI/AAAAAAAAE2k/M1PYSqZSq30/s1600/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcCkhsCneW0/Tpyl6N0LfYI/AAAAAAAAE2k/M1PYSqZSq30/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664584850884754818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ks32peimFXA/Tpyl7G4vO-I/AAAAAAAAE28/tB94h26SfDg/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ks32peimFXA/Tpyl7G4vO-I/AAAAAAAAE28/tB94h26SfDg/s320/IMG_2917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664584866204695522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous laisse sur des photos de jolies citrouilles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkP5ZhU5_to/Tpynb65OrxI/AAAAAAAAE4c/GEhbdPkFdi4/s1600/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkP5ZhU5_to/Tpynb65OrxI/AAAAAAAAE4c/GEhbdPkFdi4/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664586529432842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhOa24KGyI/Tpym0qqErGI/AAAAAAAAE4A/FyzLfcuOm2k/s1600/IMG_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhOa24KGyI/Tpym0qqErGI/AAAAAAAAE4A/FyzLfcuOm2k/s320/IMG_3013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585855059405922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Ksmz-sxZE/TpymYaShDuI/AAAAAAAAE3U/-ZEq66RAWVI/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Ksmz-sxZE/TpymYaShDuI/AAAAAAAAE3U/-ZEq66RAWVI/s320/IMG_2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585369629298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6r5di-Rt1w/Tpym0T-XOvI/AAAAAAAAE34/ci2Wg4YMYY8/s1600/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6r5di-Rt1w/Tpym0T-XOvI/AAAAAAAAE34/ci2Wg4YMYY8/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585848970492658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYYuCrIo1Wg/TpymYxNFJZI/AAAAAAAAE3w/lIMzS38BOSQ/s1600/IMG_3009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYYuCrIo1Wg/TpymYxNFJZI/AAAAAAAAE3w/lIMzS38BOSQ/s320/IMG_3009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585375780513170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHl7ic4To4I/TpymYg90nsI/AAAAAAAAE3g/uJkg5kyCkCk/s1600/IMG_3004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHl7ic4To4I/TpymYg90nsI/AAAAAAAAE3g/uJkg5kyCkCk/s320/IMG_3004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585371421548226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRjVbW2418E/Tpym0_fbX5I/AAAAAAAAE4Q/34hELyeUKcE/s1600/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRjVbW2418E/Tpym0_fbX5I/AAAAAAAAE4Q/34hELyeUKcE/s320/IMG_3021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585860651900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et sur une photo de notre pique-nique en famille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30bz3L-Tpas/TpymX_f0zpI/AAAAAAAAE3I/YIxjSIQYx1k/s1600/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30bz3L-Tpas/TpymX_f0zpI/AAAAAAAAE3I/YIxjSIQYx1k/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664585362437361298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Halloween just around the corner, we went to our first pumpkin  patch 8 days ago. Actually, it was not a real big pumpkin patch (most  pumpkins are shipped from Half Moon Bay), but for a 3 year old, it was  perfect and it had the advantage of being only a 10-minutes drive away  (instead of an hour).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And let's be honest, Tipoulet's favorite thing was the bouncy castle anyway ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once Tipoulet came out of said bouncy castle, we were finally able to do more fun things (and more photogenic things too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like check out the actual pumpkins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; take a pony ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and go pet the animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately we missed the hayride, which seems pretty popular ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, and because we had a really good time, we went back there yesterday. Our friend K met us there with her daughter AM, who is the same age as Tipoulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little ones seemed to enjoy it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in place of a hayride (sold-out again) they were treated to a wagon ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll end the post with pictures of some of the beautiful pumpkins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and of our family picnic there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4720261924706811883?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4720261924706811883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4720261924706811883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4720261924706811883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3k8q5hO1X1k/TpyncGrni-I/AAAAAAAAE4o/U4xVp5GaRC4/s72-c/IMG_3034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3023828714243707191</id><published>2011-10-13T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:46:55.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say, so little time...</title><content type='html'>Et demain, La Poulette a 5 mois. Je le crois pas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2SQLaxBPt8/TpfMeFz1SiI/AAAAAAAAE10/G4sABj0jpWQ/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2SQLaxBPt8/TpfMeFz1SiI/AAAAAAAAE10/G4sABj0jpWQ/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663219873769409058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tomorrow La Poulette is turning 5 month-old. I can't believe it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3023828714243707191?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3023828714243707191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3023828714243707191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3023828714243707191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html' title='So much to say, so little time...'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2SQLaxBPt8/TpfMeFz1SiI/AAAAAAAAE10/G4sABj0jpWQ/s72-c/IMG_2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3567421578203312733</id><published>2011-10-10T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:27:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little Dude</title><content type='html'>Ce matin, alors que je dépose Tipoulet dans sa classe au daycare, il se précipite vers un groupe de ses copains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys!... What are you doing? Have you seen a baseball game before ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;["Salut les gars!... Qu'est-ce-que vous faites? Vous avez déjà vu un match de baseball?"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le  coup du match de baseball, c'est sans doute lié au fait qu'il portait son  T-Shirt avec un casque de football américain. Puisqu'il n'a jamais vu ni  un match de football, ni un match de baseball. Forcément.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le voyant  en pleine conversation je me penche pour lui faire un bisou avant de  partir. Il m'ignore totalement, et deux secondes plus tard, alors que je  m'éloigne, j'entends mon petit bonhomme de 3 ans dire à ses potes avec  un air blasé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just my mom..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;["C'est juste ma maman..."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while I was dropping Tipoulet off at daycare, he saw a group of his buddies and rushed to join them.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys! ... What are you doing? Have you seen a baseball game before?"&lt;br /&gt;The question about the baseball game probably came from the fact that he  was wearing his T-shirt with a football helmet. Since he has actually  never seen a football or a baseball game. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Since he seemed pretty engaged in the conversation, I give him a kiss  before leaving. He totally ignores me, so I start leaving, and two  seconds later, I hear my little 3 year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tell his buddies, with a blasé attitude.&lt;br /&gt;"That's just my mom ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3567421578203312733?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3567421578203312733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-dude.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3567421578203312733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3567421578203312733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-dude.html' title='The little Dude'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4307907263878299395</id><published>2011-10-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:39:51.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the little Dudette</title><content type='html'>Pas d'histoire pour La Poulette, juste ma photo préférée du moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vrb1SqFOGQ/TpPMXpVniEI/AAAAAAAAE1o/kFU5KANnd98/s1600/20111002-IMG_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vrb1SqFOGQ/TpPMXpVniEI/AAAAAAAAE1o/kFU5KANnd98/s320/20111002-IMG_2358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662093863140427842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No story about La Poulette yet, just my current favorite picture ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4307907263878299395?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4307907263878299395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-little-dudette.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4307907263878299395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4307907263878299395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-little-dudette.html' title='and the little Dudette'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vrb1SqFOGQ/TpPMXpVniEI/AAAAAAAAE1o/kFU5KANnd98/s72-c/20111002-IMG_2358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8743496467500118734</id><published>2011-10-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:19:00.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bugatti</title><content type='html'>L'autre jour, on marchait dans le quartier pour aller faire quelques courses à l'épicerie du coin (notez qu'on a une épicerie du coin, ce qui est très rare aux US).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rencontre un voisin, avec qui on papote 2 minutes (on ne le connaissait que de vue). Tout à coup, il remarque la petite voiture que Tipoulet tient dans sa main, une &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugatti"&gt;Bugatti&lt;/a&gt; que Papy B lui avait offert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYpffz7zGq8/TpE1OkuJGkI/AAAAAAAAE0w/oycvxhmLwHo/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYpffz7zGq8/TpE1OkuJGkI/AAAAAAAAE0w/oycvxhmLwHo/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661364731073075778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il nous demande si on a 2 minutes, court dans sa maison, et en ressort avec cette Bugatti-là. Il l'a offerte à Tipoulet, en le félicitant pour son bon goût en automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAaC2SQp1MY/TpE1OxjqkOI/AAAAAAAAE04/ONwO9MAKezQ/s1600/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAaC2SQp1MY/TpE1OxjqkOI/AAAAAAAAE04/ONwO9MAKezQ/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661364734518792418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour la petite histoire, il nous a raconté qu'en fait, il avait une Bugatti d'époque, une vraie (des années 30, je crois), mais qu'il l'a récemment vendue parce que quand même, ça faisait trop d'argent dans une voiture... et à la place il s'est acheté une maison, qui doit, comme ça à vue de nez, valoir dans les 1,5 million de dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympa, Palo Alto, non ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other day we were walking to our neighborhood grocery store (note that we indeed have a neighborhood grocery store, which is not that common in the US).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ran into a neighbor and we started chatting (it was the first time, but I had seen him around before). Suddenly, he notices the small car toy that Tipoulet is holding, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugatti"&gt;Bugatti&lt;/a&gt; found by Grandpa B. He asks us to wait for  couple of minutes, runs into his house and comes back out with this Bugatti. He gave it to Tipoulet, congratulating him for his great taste in cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So the story is, he used to have a Bugatti, a real one (from the 1930's I think), but he sold it recently, because it was too much money in a car... and he bought a house instead, which I am guessing must cost around $1.5M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palo Alto is fun, isn't it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8743496467500118734?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8743496467500118734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-bugatti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8743496467500118734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8743496467500118734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-bugatti.html' title='Mr Bugatti'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYpffz7zGq8/TpE1OkuJGkI/AAAAAAAAE0w/oycvxhmLwHo/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7107260419272693522</id><published>2011-10-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T05:26:32.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/06/business/steve-jobs-of-apple-dies-at-56.html?hp"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/10/05/BUU013D45T.DTL&amp;amp;tsp=1"&gt;Jobs&lt;/a&gt; s'est &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/"&gt;éteint&lt;/a&gt; aujourd'hui, dans sa maison de Palo Alto, à une dizaine de pâtés de maisons de chez nous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLnIALdwkAM/To1JK4uP7uI/AAAAAAAAE0o/QLZzjPmUDXc/s1600/t_hero.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLnIALdwkAM/To1JK4uP7uI/AAAAAAAAE0o/QLZzjPmUDXc/s320/t_hero.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660260758048468706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est à cause de lui que je ne sais pas me servir d'un PC. Et à cause de mon père, aussi, qui a acheté, si je ne m'abuse, le &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macintosh_128K"&gt;tout premier Macintosh&lt;/a&gt;, puis tous les modèles qui ont suivi. Je ne me rappelle pas avoir vécu sans un Mac à la maison... Mon premier ordinateur perso a été un &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/IMac_G3"&gt;iMac&lt;/a&gt;, et j'en suis maintenant à mon deuxième portable Apple. Merci Steve... Et merci Papa. Je sais que tu dois être triste aussi aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ce qui m'a le plus aidé à faire les choix importants dans la vie, c'est de savoir que je serai bientôt mort. Parce que presque tout - ce qu'on espère des autres, la fierté, la peur du ridicule ou de l'échec - toutes ces choses disparaissent face à la mort, et ne subsiste que ce qui est vraiment important. Vous souvenir que vous allez mourir est le meilleur moyen que je connaisse pour éviter de penser que vous avez quelque chose à perdre. Vous êtes déjà tout nu. Alors autant suivre votre coeur. "&lt;/span&gt; Extrait du &lt;a href="http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;discours&lt;/a&gt; de Steve Jobs à la Cérémonie de Remise des Diplômes de Stanford en 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/06/business/steve-jobs-of-apple-dies-at-56.html?hp"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/10/05/BUU013D45T.DTL&amp;amp;tsp=1"&gt;Jobs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/"&gt;died&lt;/a&gt; today, at his Palo Alto home, ten blocks away from our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of him, I have no idea how to use a PC. Because of my dad, as well, who bought (I think) the first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macintosh_128K"&gt;Macintosh&lt;/a&gt;, and every other model after that. I can't remember not having a Mac at home. My own first computer was the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IMac_G3"&gt;iMac&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm now onto my 2nd Mac desktop. Thank you Steve... And thank you Papa. I know that you too must be sad today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever  encountered to help me make the big choices in life.  Because almost  everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of  embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of  death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are  going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you  have something to lose.  You are already naked.  There is no reason not  to follow your heart." - from Steve Jobs' &lt;a href="http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;Commencement Speech&lt;/a&gt; at Stanford University in 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7107260419272693522?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7107260419272693522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-steve-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7107260419272693522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7107260419272693522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/remembering-steve-jobs.html' title='Remembering Steve Jobs'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLnIALdwkAM/To1JK4uP7uI/AAAAAAAAE0o/QLZzjPmUDXc/s72-c/t_hero.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7533199036961090207</id><published>2011-10-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:42:17.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for the holidays</title><content type='html'>Je me plaignais que l'été touchait à sa fin, mais aux États-Unis, l'automne est généralement attendu avec impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la saison des Holidays (des Fêtes), qui commence avec Halloween le  31 octobre, puis &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Action_de_gr%C3%A2ce_%28Thanksgiving%29"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt; le quatrième jeudi de novembre, et enfin  Chrismukkah (un néologisme populaire, mélange de Noël/Christmas et  Hanukkah) en décembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait la saison des Holidays, elle commence le 1er octobre, quand les gens décorent leur maison pour Halloween. Ce qu'on a fait ce  week-end, pour la première fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais acheté des guirlandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOC1ZplKBeg/TotbQjrJf4I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/Eq_wIDk6Y_g/s1600/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOC1ZplKBeg/TotbQjrJf4I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/Eq_wIDk6Y_g/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717696733413250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdm0QtiK38c/Totbaf5iE3I/AAAAAAAAE0Y/6E615z1UZAk/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdm0QtiK38c/Totbaf5iE3I/AAAAAAAAE0Y/6E615z1UZAk/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717867518694258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et des stickers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UClejGx5emk/TotbARGpqaI/AAAAAAAAEzw/iZ4LNOxam1g/s1600/IMG_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UClejGx5emk/TotbARGpqaI/AAAAAAAAEzw/iZ4LNOxam1g/s320/IMG_2029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717416870586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OwtP1BSPZ4/TotbP-yOR6I/AAAAAAAAE0A/tZ3HMCmC82o/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OwtP1BSPZ4/TotbP-yOR6I/AAAAAAAAE0A/tZ3HMCmC82o/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717686830974882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLVcQjD9g8A/TotbA4Rtq0I/AAAAAAAAEz4/Jeat6hgohkc/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLVcQjD9g8A/TotbA4Rtq0I/AAAAAAAAEz4/Jeat6hgohkc/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717427385969474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPHFZWOf-ic/TotbAD7R6JI/AAAAAAAAEzo/rDMlPX9JKyE/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPHFZWOf-ic/TotbAD7R6JI/AAAAAAAAEzo/rDMlPX9JKyE/s320/IMG_2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717413333231762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qui ont plu à Tipoulet, et à La Poulette, qui nous regardait faire de loin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Dksi5A-FxQ/TotbQJRgBpI/AAAAAAAAE0I/92YKtGU2668/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Dksi5A-FxQ/TotbQJRgBpI/AAAAAAAAE0I/92YKtGU2668/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717689646515858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJHLpxh1Q64/Totba9IvN8I/AAAAAAAAE0g/YEm4p7Yb3Yk/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJHLpxh1Q64/Totba9IvN8I/AAAAAAAAE0g/YEm4p7Yb3Yk/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717875367098306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reste plus qu'à trouver et décorer quelques citrouilles, et on sera paré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I was complaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;summer was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;coming to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; people are usually excited about the arrival of fall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;It marks the beginning of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;Holiday season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which starts&lt;span class="hps"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on October 31,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the fourth Thursday of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chrismukkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually&lt;span class="hps"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; really begins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on October 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;when people start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decorating their house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for Halloween.&lt;/span&gt; Which&lt;span class="hps"&gt; we did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I bought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;garlands, and stickers, all of which Tipoulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really liked, as did La Poulette, who was watching us from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;Now off to get and carve a few pumpkins, and we'll be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7533199036961090207?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7533199036961090207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-ready-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7533199036961090207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7533199036961090207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-ready-for-holidays.html' title='Getting ready for the holidays'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOC1ZplKBeg/TotbQjrJf4I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/Eq_wIDk6Y_g/s72-c/IMG_2062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7346344204844070478</id><published>2011-10-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:38:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of summer</title><content type='html'>Ça sent la fin de l'été, ici... Les températures se rafraichissent, les journées raccourcissent, et de la pluie est même prévue la semaine prochaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, on profite à fond des dernières semaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On finit toutes nos journées au parc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zwHVd7tLM/TolU5rm_CXI/AAAAAAAAEzI/whFzpXB_Mg0/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zwHVd7tLM/TolU5rm_CXI/AAAAAAAAEzI/whFzpXB_Mg0/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659147756703254898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtY_wKZVkxk/TolU501gr5I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/wF9oW7ebZHk/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtY_wKZVkxk/TolU501gr5I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/wF9oW7ebZHk/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659147759180099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b19eDm4oYMU/TolWGVmLpOI/AAAAAAAAEzY/7OBTVcdZaM4/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b19eDm4oYMU/TolWGVmLpOI/AAAAAAAAEzY/7OBTVcdZaM4/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659149073644233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et on revient du marché croulant sous les fruits de saison... au point qu'ils finissent souvent en tartes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbUuSiK_MbQ/TolWGuK63EI/AAAAAAAAEzg/7YB4v4VpWTI/s1600/tartes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbUuSiK_MbQ/TolWGuK63EI/AAAAAAAAEzg/7YB4v4VpWTI/s320/tartes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659149080240774210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tartes aux figues, noisettes et framboises, aux pommes et compote vanillée, et aux fruits rouges et mascarpone - Fig, hazelnut and raspberry, apple and vanilla applesauce, and berries and mascarpone tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une fin plutôt sympa pour les fruits, nos journées, et l'été en général...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It looks like summer is coming to an end... Temperatures are getting cooler, days are getting shorter, and it's even supposed to rain next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we're enjoying our last weeks of summer as much as we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We spend all our evenings at the park after school, and we come back from the farmers market with tons of fresh fruits... so many that they often end up in a tart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a bad ending for fruits, our days, and summer in general ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7346344204844070478?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7346344204844070478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7346344204844070478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7346344204844070478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-summer.html' title='The end of summer'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-zwHVd7tLM/TolU5rm_CXI/AAAAAAAAEzI/whFzpXB_Mg0/s72-c/IMG_1693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5317632052531510846</id><published>2011-09-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:40:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html"&gt;Décidément&lt;/a&gt;, il y a un air, non ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzV-03ckxY/ToTIgziVcHI/AAAAAAAAEzA/j-1kh1Sq4zU/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzV-03ckxY/ToTIgziVcHI/AAAAAAAAEzA/j-1kh1Sq4zU/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657867497799774322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_zLSCWklQ/ToTIgSoXLBI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FRt-rSwJei4/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_zLSCWklQ/ToTIgSoXLBI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FRt-rSwJei4/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657867488966683666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html"&gt;definitely&lt;/a&gt; a family resemblance, don't you think ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5317632052531510846?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5317632052531510846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/mini-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5317632052531510846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5317632052531510846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/mini-me.html' title='Mini-me ?'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzV-03ckxY/ToTIgziVcHI/AAAAAAAAEzA/j-1kh1Sq4zU/s72-c/IMG_0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6438999847269176932</id><published>2011-09-28T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:32:41.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redshirting who ?</title><content type='html'>Le New York Times vient de publier un &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/25/opinion/sunday/dont-delay-your-kindergartners-start.html?_r=1&amp;amp;src=me&amp;amp;ref=general"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; sur une pratique dont j'ignorais totalement l'existence jusqu'à récemment: le "redshirting". Le terme est emprunté au vocabulaire sportif et décrit le fait de retarder l'entrée d'un enfant à l'école dans l'espoir de lui donner un avantage sur ses petits camarades l'année suivante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'après les auteurs, 1 enfant sur 11 rentre à l'école un an plus tard qu'il aurait pu. Dans mes souvenirs, en France, les parents faisaient plutôt des pieds et  des mains pour inscrire leurs enfants au CP avec un an d'avance... Comme ici les enfants sont testés très fréquemment une fois dans le système scolaire, que les résulats des tests déterminent le parcours scolaire de l'enfant, et que les résultats s'améliorent statistiquement avec l'âge, on comprend mieux pourquoi l'inverse est vrai aux États-Unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les poulets, tous les deux nés en Mai, rentreront au Kindergarten à 5 ans, avec des enfants entre 9 mois plus agés et 3 mois plus jeunes... Ils seront donc dans le bon milieu, et on ne sera pas tentés de les "redshirter" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça tombe bien, parce qu'au prix que coûte le daycare (notre première facture pour les 2 poulets ce mois-ci s'élève quand même à $3175), ça aurait fait mal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS sur le sujet du système scolaire américain, on a vu dernièrement "Waiting for Superman", intéressant et un peu effrayant, et on a sur notre liste Netflix "Race to nowhere" pour bientôt. Côté lecture, j'ai également réservé à la bibliothèque "&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Your-Childs-Brain-Conception/dp/1596916494/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1317317515&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Welcome to Your Child’s Brain: How the Mind Grows From Conception to College&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;,  des auteurs de l'article en question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS à propos, Tipoulet a pour la première fois cette semaine reconnu l'initiale de son prénom sur la couverture d'un livre, spontanément, sans qu'on ne lui demande rien ... Bravo mon loulou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New York Times recently published an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/25/opinion/sunday/dont-delay-your-kindergartners-start.html?_r=1&amp;amp;src=me&amp;amp;ref=general"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on a practice I had no idea until recently existed : "redshirting." The term is borrowed from the sports vocabulary and describes delaying the entry of a child to school in hopes of giving him an advantage over his classmates the following year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to the authors, one in 11 children will enter school a year later than he could have. From what I remember, in France, parents were rather scrambling to enroll their children in first grade (CP) a year early ... Because here children are tested frequently once in the school system, tests determine the child's school path, and test scores statistically improve with age, it's easy to understand why the reverse is true in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chickens, both born in May, will enter kindergarten at age 5, with children between 9 months older and 3 months younger ... They will be right in the middle, so we won't be tempted to "redshirt" them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's fortunate, because considering how much daycare costs (our first bill for the two chickens this month was $3,175), it would have been painful ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS on the subject of the American school system, we have recently watched "Waiting for Superman", interesting and a little scary, and "Race to nowhere" is coming up on our Netflix list. In the reading category, I also reserved "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Your-Childs-Brain-Conception/dp/1596916494/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1317317515&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Welcome to Your Child's Brain: How the Mind Grows From Conception to College&lt;/a&gt;" at the library, from the authors of the article.&lt;br /&gt;PPS on the same line, Tipoulet found the initial of his first name on a book cover for the first time this week, spontaneously, without us asking anything ... Good job sweetheart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6438999847269176932?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6438999847269176932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/redshirting-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6438999847269176932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6438999847269176932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/redshirting-who.html' title='Redshirting who ?'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1789637637424492581</id><published>2011-09-26T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:32:42.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/3s.html"&gt;Ça&lt;/a&gt; pouvait pas durer éternellement... hier j'ai eu 34 ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'ai eu plein de beaux cadeaux:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- un P qui rentrait de France;&lt;br /&gt;- et dans les valises de P, plein de goodies*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIZqtplWcRQ/ToDPuqusE4I/AAAAAAAAEys/b0SfwwSTG9g/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIZqtplWcRQ/ToDPuqusE4I/AAAAAAAAEys/b0SfwwSTG9g/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656749532628390786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un intrus s'est glissé dans la photo. Sauras-tu le retrouver?&lt;span&gt; - Something does not belong in this picture. Will you find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci pour toutes ces bonnes choses, et pour tous les cadeaux !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai même réussi à me faire des tartelettes mascarpone/fruits rouges d'anniversaire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKHn0Nji5Z8/ToDPgsk4hVI/AAAAAAAAEyk/_AoevVbfu4w/s1600/20110925-IMG_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKHn0Nji5Z8/ToDPgsk4hVI/AAAAAAAAEyk/_AoevVbfu4w/s320/20110925-IMG_1515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656749292605965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/3s.html"&gt;It&lt;/a&gt; couldn't last forever... yesterday I turned 34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I got a lot of presents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- a P who came back from France;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- and in P's luggage, lots of goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you all for all the yumminess, and for all the presents !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I even managed to make myself some mascarpone/berries birthday tartlets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1789637637424492581?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1789637637424492581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1789637637424492581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1789637637424492581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIZqtplWcRQ/ToDPuqusE4I/AAAAAAAAEys/b0SfwwSTG9g/s72-c/IMG_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3337486196126168104</id><published>2011-09-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:08:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital embarrassment</title><content type='html'>Troy Davis a été exécuté hier en Géorgie pour un crime (celui d'un policier, blanc) dont il n'est pas certain qu'il l'ait commis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La possibilité qu'un innocent meure pour un crime qu'il n'a pas commis est un argument qui devrait justifier à lui seul l'abolition de la peine de mort aux États-Unis. Mais il en existe un tas d'autres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les pragmatiques:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 pays dans le monde exécutent à eux seuls plus de 90% des condamnés à mort : la Chine, l'Iran, l'Arabie Saoudite, la Corée du Nord et les États-Unis... Beau quintette, non ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Le système judiciaire américain est entâché de racisme : de nombreuses études depuis la réinstitution de la peine de mort en 1976 montrent qu'un accusé noir a environ 2 fois plus de chances d'être condamné à mort qu'un accusé blanc, et que le meurtrier d'une victime blanche a environ 4 fois plus de chances d'être condamné à mort que celui d'une victime noire. Par exemple, en Géorgie, dans les années 80 (Troy Davis a été condamné en 1991), les procureurs ont requis la peine de mort pour 70% des noirs accusés d'avoir assassiné un blanc, et pour 15% des blancs accusés d'avoir assassiné un noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Le système judiciaire américain est politisé : aux États-Unis, les juges sont élus, et pas nommés comme en France. Lorsque votre électorat se dit majoritairement en faveur de la peine de mort, forcément ça influence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La peine de mort n'est pas dissuasive : les États n'appliquant pas la peine de mort ont un taux d'homicides plus bas que les États qui l'appliquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Une condamnation à la peine de mort coûte plus cher à la société qu'une condamnation à perpétuité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et enfin, l'argument moral :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Justice n'est pas vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malheureusement, j'entend régulièrement mes amis ici dire qu'aucun homme politique ne s'engagera contre la peine de mort. Rien (c'est-à-dire pas de votes) à y gagner, puisque plus de 60% des Américains s'y disent favorables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette année, cela fera 30 ans que la peine de mort a été abolie en France. Le lendemain du vote, dans un sondage pour Le Figaro, 62% des Français se disaient favorables à la peine capitale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troy Davis was executed yesterday in Georgia for a crime (of a white policeman) that he might not have committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The possibility that an innocent man could die for a crime he did not commit is an argument that would alone justify the abolition of the death penalty in the United States. But there are a lot of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pragmatic ones :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 5 countries in the world execute over 90% of death sentences : China, Iran, Saudi Arabia, North Korea and the United States ... Nice quintet, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The U.S. judicial system is tainted by racism: many studies since the reinstitution of the death penalty in 1976 show that a black defendant is about 2 times more likely to be sentenced to death than a white defendant, and that the murderer of a white victim is about 4 times more likely to be sentenced to death than one of a black victim. For example, in Georgia, in the 80s (Troy Davis was convicted there in 1991), prosecutors sought the death penalty for 70% of blacks accused of murdering a white, and 15% of whites accused of murdering a black.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The U.S. judicial system is politicized: in the United States, judges are elected, not appointed as in France. When your electorate is predominantly in favor of the death penalty, it necessarily has an influence ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The death penalty is not a good deterrent : States that do not apply the death penalty have consistently homicide rates lower than States that apply it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A death sentence costs more to society than a life-without parole sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And last but not least, the moral argument:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Justice is not vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately, my friends here regularly say that no politician will campaign against the death penalty. Nothing (that means no votes) to gain, since over 60% of Americans say they support it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This year, it will be the 30-year anniversary of the abolition of the death penalty in France. The day after the vote, in a poll for Le Figaro, 62% of French people said they were in favor of capital punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3337486196126168104?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3337486196126168104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/capital-embarrasment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3337486196126168104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3337486196126168104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/capital-embarrasment.html' title='Capital embarrassment'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3307705683333707601</id><published>2011-09-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:46:20.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst customer service ever... EVER</title><content type='html'>Ce post est doublement de circonstance aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) P est dans l'avion Air France pour Paris, pour le boulot;&lt;br /&gt;2) l'aventure s'est conclue, j'espère, cet après-midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, vu que ça fait déjà 3 pages en anglais, je ne traduis pas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is appropriate for 2 reasons today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) P is on the Air France flight to Paris for a business trip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) this adventure came to an end, I hope, this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But because it's already 3 pages long, I won't put a french translation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;08/24/2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No miles have been credited to my account for my flight from SFO to CDG on 06/xx/2011. My Delta eticket number is 006xxxxxxx. In addition, because the flight was 9 hours late, I would appreciate some compensation for the inconvenience. Thank you for taking care of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MamaChick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Miss MamaChick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you for contacting Flying Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you very much for your e-mail dated August 24th 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please note that since July 2, 2007, missing Miles for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or KLM flights must be claimed directly via the "Flying Blue" section of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.airfrance.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.airfrance.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.klm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.klm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your ticket number, which appears on your paper or electronic ticket,  will be required for that transaction. It begins with 057... for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and with 074... for KLM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For flights with other partners, a copy of your ticket and the original boarding pass should be sent to the following address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FLYING BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 235 King Street East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kitchener, ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; N2G 4N5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To ensure that Miles are credited to your account automatically, please  remember to give your Flying Blue account number every time you make a  reservation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, KLM or other Flying Blue partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We thank you for your continued loyalty to the Flying Blue programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your Flying Blue Team"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/02/2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Here's the thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) I booked my ticket ON THE PHONE WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, who had my Flying Blue number (since the return-leg of the flight was actually credited, after all);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) but, I got a Delta ticket issued to me, so no 057... or 074... eticket number, thus I can't claim the miles online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) I have no time and no intention of sending you the original boarding pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So please, for once, Flying Blue Customer Service, be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MamaChick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/09/2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MamaChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you very much for your e-mail dated September 2nd 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; However, as a result of reception problems, we are unable to read the content of the e-mail you sent us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We therefore kindly ask you to resend your request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please consult the web sites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.airfrance.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.airfrance.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.klm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.klm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for complete information and conditions regarding our programme and your account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please feel free to contact us again in the future should you need further assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Javier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your Flying Blue Team"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/09/2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is my 3rd email. Please check your records for my previous emails  on Aug 24th, and Sept 2nd, and your responses on Sept 2nd and 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[COPY of previous email]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/16/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Miss. MamaChicks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you very much for your e-mail dated September 9th 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You informed us of activities that you would like to have credited to your account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Upon investigation, we regret to inform you that without the required  documents we are unable to satisfy your request for the credit of  missing Miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please note that for the registration of a missing flight you need to  provide us with a copy of the electronic ticket and the original  boarding pass to the following address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FLYING BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 235 King Street East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kitchener, ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; N2G 4N5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To ensure that Miles are credited to your account automatically, please  remember to give your Flying Blue account number every time you make a  reservation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, KLM or other Flying Blue partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Should you require any further information, your Flying Blue team remains at your disposal either by telephone at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="tel:1%20800%20375%208723" value="+18003758723"&gt;1 800 375 8723&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We thank you for your continued loyalty to the Flying Blue programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Renata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your Flying Blue Team"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME !?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll notice that in addition to being incompetent, they only reply to emails once a week apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09/20/2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After 3 painful, very painful phone calls to Flying Blue - where I was arguing that since they were responsible for the mistake, they were the ones who should fix it -, 2 to Air France Customer Service, I finally ended up talking to Delta Customer Service, who, BECAUSE THEY'RE AMERICANS, know what a Customer Service is supposed to look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;"Hi, I have a problem with some miles that were not credited to my Flying Blue account for a flight with Air France with a Delta eticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;"Oh, well, then you need to call..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;"NO! I talked to Flying Blue, they told me they couldn't help me, and to call Air France Customer Service, which I did, but THEY told me they couldn't help either and gave me your number. This is my 6th phone call today, please help me or I'm going to lose it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;"Oh my! They've really had you on a roll here... I am sorry, let me see what I can do to help you. [I explain the situation, pause] OK, I talked to my supervisor, and he agrees with me, it's not acceptable, I am going to call them RIGHT NOW and they're going to hear it from me if they don't want to credit your miles. [pause] Alright Ms MamaChick, I just had them on the phone, please fax them the email with your eticket and they'll credit your account within 48 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fax sent today, I'll update the post in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Delta Customer Service, I love you ! And Sara, Javier, Renata and the 2 morons I had on the phone today at Flying Blue Customer Service, !@#$ you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3307705683333707601?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3307705683333707601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/worst-customer-service-ever-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3307705683333707601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3307705683333707601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/worst-customer-service-ever-ever.html' title='The worst customer service ever... EVER'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5257165620360844854</id><published>2011-09-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:38:05.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part V (and last): Tipoulet's favorites</title><content type='html'>Ça n'est sans doute pas dans les guides touristiques, mais un des trucs  préférés de Tipoulet à Monterey a été le &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/dennis-the-menace-park-monterey-2"&gt;parc Denis La Malice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2Y3WAZUdMM/TnJUXjB0ouI/AAAAAAAAEyM/K9WyjRNtQhY/s1600/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2Y3WAZUdMM/TnJUXjB0ouI/AAAAAAAAEyM/K9WyjRNtQhY/s320/IMG_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652673245820003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut dire, comme parc, ça se pose là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Udb59UxNEvI/TnJTxotysGI/AAAAAAAAExc/9NE35YQ_OvU/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Udb59UxNEvI/TnJTxotysGI/AAAAAAAAExc/9NE35YQ_OvU/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652672594511573090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu-6EMq-g8Q/TnJTxzSd4BI/AAAAAAAAExk/5ItuVj-G0ho/s1600/IMG_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu-6EMq-g8Q/TnJTxzSd4BI/AAAAAAAAExk/5ItuVj-G0ho/s320/IMG_0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652672597349752850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Mm-VNzOlw/TnJr0GUM7bI/AAAAAAAAEyc/fZzER5GE4z4/s1600/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Mm-VNzOlw/TnJr0GUM7bI/AAAAAAAAEyc/fZzER5GE4z4/s320/IMG_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652699025096109490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En  plus, pas noir de monde, comme vous pouvez le constatez. Et tout n'est  pas sur la photo. Il y avait aussi une vraie locomotive sur laquelle les  enfants peuvent grimper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjuVyocbSS0/TnJUDswCivI/AAAAAAAAExs/JvdldWSiEkA/s1600/IMG_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjuVyocbSS0/TnJUDswCivI/AAAAAAAAExs/JvdldWSiEkA/s320/IMG_0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652672904832387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiqedRzFLy4/TnJUD8nxjXI/AAAAAAAAEx0/p_36Lfzepeg/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiqedRzFLy4/TnJUD8nxjXI/AAAAAAAAEx0/p_36Lfzepeg/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652672909092687218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMQNDfeJPA0/TnJUOEljCEI/AAAAAAAAEx8/fPtiF0ittiY/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMQNDfeJPA0/TnJUOEljCEI/AAAAAAAAEx8/fPtiF0ittiY/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652673083029522498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHHQrv4hWbw/TnJUOazcpwI/AAAAAAAAEyE/tFQ68uGLzDA/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHHQrv4hWbw/TnJUOazcpwI/AAAAAAAAEyE/tFQ68uGLzDA/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652673088993404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, malgré tout ça, après 45 minutes, on a retrouvé notre grimpeur préféré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYz43SIUepw/TnJUkW1jiSI/AAAAAAAAEyU/kSN4yiNXjkw/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYz43SIUepw/TnJUkW1jiSI/AAAAAAAAEyU/kSN4yiNXjkw/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652673465885624610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dans un arbre !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'autre truc que Tipoulet a adoré, c'est la piscine de l'hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwoEwq-2E5g/TmFv26k7vjI/AAAAAAAAEs4/3cDsIYvlAEQ/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwoEwq-2E5g/TmFv26k7vjI/AAAAAAAAEs4/3cDsIYvlAEQ/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647918396927098418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9oi2tGtCgM/TmFv2vevSNI/AAAAAAAAEsw/A_KKROEuYjo/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9oi2tGtCgM/TmFv2vevSNI/AAAAAAAAEsw/A_KKROEuYjo/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647918393948326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et à notre grande joie, il a &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/07/submarine.html"&gt;recommencé&lt;/a&gt; à se lancer tout seul - ça faisait quelques temps qu'il avait peur d'être seul dans l'eau -, en mettant la tête sous l'eau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33201592?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW-t8Jrbgh4/TmFv3HkG0DI/AAAAAAAAEtA/6CNy4RQupVc/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW-t8Jrbgh4/TmFv3HkG0DI/AAAAAAAAEtA/6CNy4RQupVc/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647918400413290546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Et voilà un petit loulou épuisé... And here's an exhausted Tipoulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You probably won't find it in guidebooks, but one of Tipoulet's favorite things in Monterey was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/dennis-the-menace-park-monterey-2"&gt;Dennis the Menace park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to say it is a pretty awesome park.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And not too crowded as you can see. Plus, there are even more things than shown in the picture. Like a train engine that kids can climb on.&lt;br /&gt;Still, despite all of this, after 45 minutes, we found our little climber... in a tree !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other thing that Tipoulet loved was the pool at the hotel. And to our delight, he started swimming on his own &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/07/submarine.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt; - he had become afraid of being on his own in the water lately - putting his head under the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5257165620360844854?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc032e2373914880&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5257165620360844854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5257165620360844854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5257165620360844854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part V (and last): Tipoulet&apos;s favorites'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2Y3WAZUdMM/TnJUXjB0ouI/AAAAAAAAEyM/K9WyjRNtQhY/s72-c/IMG_0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7765230021728516281</id><published>2011-09-11T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:03:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nous sommes tous Américains !*</title><content type='html'>Après deux jours à écouter à la radio toutes ces douleurs, tous ces manques, ce soir, j'ai embrassé un peu plus fort mes deux petits Américains à moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxLGW5ks72I/Tm2dZRZwUvI/AAAAAAAAEww/UCH1kyvfyBM/s1600/Tribute-in-Light-New-York-City-New-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxLGW5ks72I/Tm2dZRZwUvI/AAAAAAAAEww/UCH1kyvfyBM/s320/Tribute-in-Light-New-York-City-New-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651346164913558258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tribute_in_Light"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tribute in light - Hommage en lumière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* comme l'écrivait Colombani dans l'éditorial du Monde il y a dix ans.&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/the+tribute+in+light+/sistemaLimbico/Tribute-in-Light-New-York-City-New-.jpg"&gt;crédit photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After two days of listening to NPR, to all this pain, to all this grief, tonight, I kissed my own two little Americans a bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* "We are all Americans !" was written by Colombani in an OpEd piece in Le Monde 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/the+tribute+in+light+/sistemaLimbico/Tribute-in-Light-New-York-City-New-.jpg"&gt;photo credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7765230021728516281?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7765230021728516281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/nous-sommes-tous-americains.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7765230021728516281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7765230021728516281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/nous-sommes-tous-americains.html' title='Nous sommes tous Américains !*'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxLGW5ks72I/Tm2dZRZwUvI/AAAAAAAAEww/UCH1kyvfyBM/s72-c/Tribute-in-Light-New-York-City-New-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7624103068627358438</id><published>2011-09-10T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:43:57.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacified</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gros progrès, La Poulette a enfin compris comment utiliser une tétine. Jusque là, elle la recrachait aussitôt que vous lui colliez dans la bouche, ce qui était par ailleurs assez amusant à voir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyW2obM30WA/Tmwcgb75qmI/AAAAAAAAEwg/NCHreRqku6M/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyW2obM30WA/Tmwcgb75qmI/AAAAAAAAEwg/NCHreRqku6M/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650922976023521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFTCVgtAQY/TmwcgmtoGjI/AAAAAAAAEwo/WopJDpGQORE/s1600/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFTCVgtAQY/TmwcgmtoGjI/AAAAAAAAEwo/WopJDpGQORE/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650922978916440626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En quoi est-ce un progrès, me demanderez-vous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ben,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) c'est pas vous qui vous faites machouillez le sein depuis 3 mois et demi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ça fait touche-silence (c'est comme ça qu'on dit "mute button" en français ?);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) et ça nous a permis de passer au plan B la nuit, à savoir lui donner la tétine au lieu du sein quand elle se réveille à 4h. Résultat la troisième nuit: 7 heures de sommeil d'affilée, une première.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fX8oCF2fkuo/TmvV22H9NaI/AAAAAAAAEwY/9Cc4Jm9VRt4/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fX8oCF2fkuo/TmvV22H9NaI/AAAAAAAAEwY/9Cc4Jm9VRt4/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650845295684957602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'es la meilleure, mon ange !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mise à jour: 4e nuit, 9 heures et toujours endormie... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Major breakthrough, La Poulette finally figured out how to use a pacifier. She used to spit it right back whenever you tried to put it in her mouth, which was quite funny to see, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is this a breakthrough, you may ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) you're not the one whose boob has been chewed on for the last 15 weeks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) it is a very effective mute button;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) it gave us the chance to use our plan B at night, which involves giving her the pacifier instead of the breast when she wakes up at 4am. Report on the third night: 7 hours of sleep in a row, a first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the best, my angel !&lt;br /&gt;Update: 4th night, 9 hours and still sleeping... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7624103068627358438?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7624103068627358438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/pacified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7624103068627358438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7624103068627358438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/pacified.html' title='Pacified'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyW2obM30WA/Tmwcgb75qmI/AAAAAAAAEwg/NCHreRqku6M/s72-c/IMG_0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6713587896483546178</id><published>2011-09-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:06:52.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part IV: The coast</title><content type='html'>On s'accroche, les enfants, je crois que c'est l'avant-dernier post sur notre week-end à Monterey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, la côte, avec &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Monterey,+CA&amp;amp;daddr=17+Mile+Dr,+Pacific+Grove,+Monterey,+California+93950+to:Big+Sur,+California+93920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sll=36.435647,-121.860352&amp;amp;sspn=0.661796,1.366425&amp;amp;geocode=Fa55LgId7Ai8-CmR-7VwUuSNgDFePUrYCUlI7g%3BFbDKLgIdz327-Cnlfq282eaNgDG3ShaIvHFQ7w%3BFV4rKQIdVL69-CkHFTpJaYWNgDFTYTbz1d4S0g&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;z=10http://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Monterey,+CA&amp;amp;daddr=17+Mile+Dr,+Pacific+Grove,+Monterey,+California+93950+to:Big+Sur,+California+93920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sll=36.435647,-121.860352&amp;amp;sspn=0.661796,1.366425&amp;amp;geocode=Fa55LgId7Ai8-CmR-7VwUuSNgDFePUrYCUlI7g%3BFbDKLgIdz327-Cnlfq282eaNgDG3ShaIvHFQ7w%3BFV4rKQIdVL69-CkHFTpJaYWNgDFTYTbz1d4S0g&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Big Sur et le 17 Mile Drive&lt;/a&gt;, vous allez voir c'est beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a profité que les poulets faisaient la sieste à l'arrière de la voiture pour descendre jusqu'aux chutes McWay, dans le Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park, à environ 1h30 au sud de Monterey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtPjdnMiUM/Tmpl53EpDXI/AAAAAAAAEt4/GHZI3cIIBks/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtPjdnMiUM/Tmpl53EpDXI/AAAAAAAAEt4/GHZI3cIIBks/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650440727200075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBRSUdZauk/Tmpl6VWWrcI/AAAAAAAAEuA/ZEP0pyZdkdQ/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBRSUdZauk/Tmpl6VWWrcI/AAAAAAAAEuA/ZEP0pyZdkdQ/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650440735327432130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;les chutes McWay - McWay falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMxEjCVHTWU/TmqZtTqrRGI/AAAAAAAAEuw/-x-2ClGvcUA/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMxEjCVHTWU/TmqZtTqrRGI/AAAAAAAAEuw/-x-2ClGvcUA/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650497686142141538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un petit bijou de la côte californienne qui vaut le détour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On est ensuite reparti un peu vers le nord pour passer le reste de l'après-midi à Pfeiffer Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xmya1GUZqw/TmpmXcfnIgI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/TT-FCaQ54qA/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xmya1GUZqw/TmpmXcfnIgI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/TT-FCaQ54qA/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650441235461513730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Très jolie plage au sable violet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rnqggpo_aB8/Tmqa7cIncFI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/OalooTCObHE/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rnqggpo_aB8/Tmqa7cIncFI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/OalooTCObHE/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650499028444999762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encadrée par de belles falaises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mactrjZDexw/TmqZtzCkBgI/AAAAAAAAEvA/Suh_ZaEDa8Y/s1600/IMG_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mactrjZDexw/TmqZtzCkBgI/AAAAAAAAEvA/Suh_ZaEDa8Y/s320/IMG_0629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650497694563829250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rN_FvXLF2c/TmqaxDezITI/AAAAAAAAEvI/oASihyIVLlY/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rN_FvXLF2c/TmqaxDezITI/AAAAAAAAEvI/oASihyIVLlY/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650498850028462386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chacun a pu s'adonner à ses activités favorites: ramassage de bestioles pour P et Tipoulet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QsUU8vKqvU/Tmpml6euDuI/AAAAAAAAEug/mwbrEzCAsFs/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QsUU8vKqvU/Tmpml6euDuI/AAAAAAAAEug/mwbrEzCAsFs/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650441484029005538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRttuRFRVlk/Tmpmmfkid_I/AAAAAAAAEuo/g7BrSuGaq_8/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRttuRFRVlk/Tmpmmfkid_I/AAAAAAAAEuo/g7BrSuGaq_8/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650441493985523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farniente pour La Poulette et moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAH_q8hOCU4/TmpmXuTiafI/AAAAAAAAEuY/7HxOx3Mqrjo/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAH_q8hOCU4/TmpmXuTiafI/AAAAAAAAEuY/7HxOx3Mqrjo/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650441240242711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fJIPhtnSXQ/TmqZtq2BghI/AAAAAAAAEu4/t2DFCqpFB14/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fJIPhtnSXQ/TmqZtq2BghI/AAAAAAAAEu4/t2DFCqpFB14/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650497692363751954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain, avant de repartir pour Palo Alto, on a fait un petit tour par le 17 Mile Drive, entre Carmel et Monterey. Là encore, la côte est magnifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv1-MRFKf9Q/Tmqv3ff-EVI/AAAAAAAAEvg/w47BiQ_tPBQ/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv1-MRFKf9Q/Tmqv3ff-EVI/AAAAAAAAEvg/w47BiQ_tPBQ/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650522050372964690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devant... - In front of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTPbMKEapnk/Tmqv3JgQ0tI/AAAAAAAAEvY/md2AKfEhJK4/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTPbMKEapnk/Tmqv3JgQ0tI/AAAAAAAAEvY/md2AKfEhJK4/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650522044468613842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;et derrière - and behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et comme c'était marée basse, il y en a qui étaient contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9hclphUgc/Tmqv3wDvMpI/AAAAAAAAEvo/yF51Ly1WFhA/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9hclphUgc/Tmqv3wDvMpI/AAAAAAAAEvo/yF51Ly1WFhA/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650522054817952402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbFOLGuj3DI/TmqxAv3OAHI/AAAAAAAAEwA/Lp8M_fF93Uk/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbFOLGuj3DI/TmqxAv3OAHI/AAAAAAAAEwA/Lp8M_fF93Uk/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650523308895895666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwPfvkXKqIg/TmqxActjVZI/AAAAAAAAEv4/Ss6DJKs7NqI/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwPfvkXKqIg/TmqxActjVZI/AAAAAAAAEv4/Ss6DJKs7NqI/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650523303755077010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7mTB_hJJIk/Tmqwy4-DDMI/AAAAAAAAEvw/1CkFtzreTxU/s1600/IMG_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7mTB_hJJIk/Tmqwy4-DDMI/AAAAAAAAEvw/1CkFtzreTxU/s320/IMG_0784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650523070822288578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fini la ballade en saluant l'habitant le plus célèbre du 17 Mile Drive, le cyprès solitaire (The Lone Cypress), probablement un des arbres les plus photographiés de la planète (et mieux que par moi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA0cc8EYOjQ/TmqyJ0mRiKI/AAAAAAAAEwI/cEStLSinDgw/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA0cc8EYOjQ/TmqyJ0mRiKI/AAAAAAAAEwI/cEStLSinDgw/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650524564297451682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikZNzihfxp0/TmqyKBGp5OI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/0UpgH3U8KMc/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikZNzihfxp0/TmqyKBGp5OI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/0UpgH3U8KMc/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650524567654491362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La côte Pacifique est un régal pour les yeux, on ne s'en lasse pas. Par contre, un peu frustrés, on s'est dit que pour nos prochaines vacances, on choisirait un endroit où l'on puisse se baigner aussi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hang in there guys, I think there will be only one post left on our Monterey week-end after this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, the coast, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Monterey,+CA&amp;amp;daddr=17+Mile+Dr,+Pacific+Grove,+Monterey,+California+93950+to:Big+Sur,+California+93920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sll=36.435647,-121.860352&amp;amp;sspn=0.661796,1.366425&amp;amp;geocode=Fa55LgId7Ai8-CmR-7VwUuSNgDFePUrYCUlI7g%3BFbDKLgIdz327-Cnlfq282eaNgDG3ShaIvHFQ7w%3BFV4rKQIdVL69-CkHFTpJaYWNgDFTYTbz1d4S0g&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;z=10http://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Monterey,+CA&amp;amp;daddr=17+Mile+Dr,+Pacific+Grove,+Monterey,+California+93950+to:Big+Sur,+California+93920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sll=36.435647,-121.860352&amp;amp;sspn=0.661796,1.366425&amp;amp;geocode=Fa55LgId7Ai8-CmR-7VwUuSNgDFePUrYCUlI7g%3BFbDKLgIdz327-Cnlfq282eaNgDG3ShaIvHFQ7w%3BFV4rKQIdVL69-CkHFTpJaYWNgDFTYTbz1d4S0g&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Big Sur and the 17 Mile Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, you'll see, it's very pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We took advantage of the fact that the chicken were sleeping in the back of the car to drive down to the McWay falls, in the Julia Pfeiffer Burns  State Park, about 1h 1/2 south of Monterey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A wonder of the californian coast that is definitely worth the drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We then headed back north, to spend the afternoon at Pfeiffer Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a gorgeous beach, with purple sand, surrounded by beautiful cliffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody enjoyed their favorite activities: sea shells hunt for P and Tipoulet, and farniente for La Poulette and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next day, before we drove back to Palo Alto, we took a little detour through the 17 Mile Drive, between Carmel and Monterey. The coast is gorgeous there too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And because it was low tide, some people had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ended the ride by visiting the most famous resident of the 17 Mile Drive, the Lone Cypress, probably one of the most photographed tree on the planet (and better than by me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pacific coast is just a jewel for the eyes, we can't tire of it. But, a little frustrated, we decided that our next vacation was going to be somewhere we can swim in the ocean too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6713587896483546178?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6713587896483546178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/monterey-big-sur-part-iv-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6713587896483546178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6713587896483546178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/monterey-big-sur-part-iv-coast.html' title='Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part IV: The coast'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtPjdnMiUM/Tmpl53EpDXI/AAAAAAAAEt4/GHZI3cIIBks/s72-c/IMG_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2069944260334647059</id><published>2011-09-08T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:41:12.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random highlights of the day</title><content type='html'>Le &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/photos-and-video/video/2011/09/08/president-obama-presents-american-jobs-act-enhanced-version"&gt;discours&lt;/a&gt; d'Obama, enthousiasmant comme à l'habitude. Si les votes pouvaient suivre, pour une fois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ce que j'ai trouvé:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sur la page Facebook d'un "ami" (comme quoi des fois ça sert): ce &lt;a href="http://www.happyplace.com/4042/most-absurd-warnings-and-product-disclaimers"&gt;lien&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sur la mailing list des post-docs de Stanford: ce mail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sujet: &lt;span class="gI"&gt;[BIO] Caca de gerbille de Mongolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et oui, j'atteins de nouveaux sommets dans ma carrière scientifique, en vous suppliant de me donner du caca. J'ai besoin d'un caca frais de gerbille de Mongolie (Taconique?) saine pour une étude de microbiote. Ça serait super si vous pouviez me donner de la merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et dans ma boite email: cette photo prise par un parent au daycare hier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFVc8c2LrLU/TmlJL75lQYI/AAAAAAAAEtw/rAxRa7kDap4/s1600/bkp3_atplay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFVc8c2LrLU/TmlJL75lQYI/AAAAAAAAEtw/rAxRa7kDap4/s320/bkp3_atplay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650127676919595394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Obama's &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/photos-and-video/video/2011/09/08/president-obama-presents-american-jobs-act-enhanced-version"&gt;speech&lt;/a&gt;, as inspiring as his other speeches. Now if only the votes could follow, for once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And also things I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the Facebook page of a "friend" (see, sometime FB is useful): this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.happyplace.com/4042/most-absurd-warnings-and-product-disclaimers"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the Stanford post-docs mailing list: this email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;span class="gI"&gt;[BIO] Mongolian gerbil poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I have reached a new high in my scientific career, begging for poop.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a fresh pellet of an uninfected Taconic Mongolian gerbil for  some microbiota work I'm doing. That would be awesome if you could give  me crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in my mailbox: this picture, taken by a parent at daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2069944260334647059?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2069944260334647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-highlights-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2069944260334647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2069944260334647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-highlights-of-day.html' title='Random highlights of the day'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFVc8c2LrLU/TmlJL75lQYI/AAAAAAAAEtw/rAxRa7kDap4/s72-c/bkp3_atplay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4299061072768361028</id><published>2011-09-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:16:03.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3's</title><content type='html'>Aujourd'hui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai 33 ans,&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet a 3 ans, 3 mois, et 3 semaines,&lt;br /&gt;et La Poulette a 3 mois, 3 semaines et 3 jours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoPHmMs1Vfw/TmewUVSFKgI/AAAAAAAAEto/C8Xw_Dd_39U/s1600/20110905-IMG_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoPHmMs1Vfw/TmewUVSFKgI/AAAAAAAAEto/C8Xw_Dd_39U/s320/20110905-IMG_1084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649678120916429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS merci Mamina et sa page Google pour l'info&lt;br /&gt;PPS on a trouvé comment tirer un vrai sourire (pas un "cheeeese") de Tipoulet: avec l'appareil-photo en mode retardateur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm 33 years-old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet is 3 years, 3 months and 3 weeks-old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and La Poulette is 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS thanks to Mamina and her Google page for finding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PPS we figured how to get a real smile (not a "cheeeese") out of Tipoulet: with the camera on self timer-mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4299061072768361028?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4299061072768361028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/3s.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4299061072768361028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4299061072768361028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/3s.html' title='3&apos;s'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoPHmMs1Vfw/TmewUVSFKgI/AAAAAAAAEto/C8Xw_Dd_39U/s72-c/20110905-IMG_1084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6630605468608485001</id><published>2011-09-06T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:36:23.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part III: Whale-watching</title><content type='html'>Voici donc le post sur les baleines... J'espère que vous ne vous attendiez à rien de spectaculaire, sinon ça va être décevant. Notez, ça aurait pu être encore moins spectaculaire si on s'était inscrit à la ballade du matin (pendant laquelle le bateau n'a pas trouvé de baleines) au lieu de celle de l'après-midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gowhales.com/slstcurr.htm"&gt;Liste officielle&lt;/a&gt; des cétacés rencontrés pendant notre ballade: 6 &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baleine_%C3%A0_bosse"&gt;baleines à bosse&lt;/a&gt;, et 5 &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dauphin_de_Risso"&gt;dauphins de Risso&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y avait même des choses à voir dans le port, comme ce jeune pélican,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etuGG6B_ac0/TmFXafHX-SI/AAAAAAAAEpo/oQex0v9N4HQ/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etuGG6B_ac0/TmFXafHX-SI/AAAAAAAAEpo/oQex0v9N4HQ/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647891520239958306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou la colonie de lions de mer qui puent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcVVUwwfg00/TmFXqwnibII/AAAAAAAAEqI/ogNq9qzgiac/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcVVUwwfg00/TmFXqwnibII/AAAAAAAAEqI/ogNq9qzgiac/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647891799816170626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet était équipé et fin prêt pour observer les animaux sauvages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUV0r9_Ve20/TmFXqU6NFII/AAAAAAAAEqA/IIorIohh2Ew/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUV0r9_Ve20/TmFXqU6NFII/AAAAAAAAEqA/IIorIohh2Ew/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647891792378270850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car il faut avoir l'oeil. Le truc, avec les baleines, c'est de repérer le jet d'eau quand elles remontent respirer à la surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6QJyvcjBJ0/TmFYQfi0gbI/AAAAAAAAEqg/uuQtyyjVXuE/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6QJyvcjBJ0/TmFYQfi0gbI/AAAAAAAAEqg/uuQtyyjVXuE/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647892448068010418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;une baleine vient respirer à la surface, le plus difficile à photographier  - a whale blowing water, the hardest to catch on camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les secondes qui suivent, vous pouvez généralement apercevoir un dos, ou plus si vous avez du bol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdv3jhyrHcA/TmFcCVOLTjI/AAAAAAAAEqw/M_q3ISb_33Y/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdv3jhyrHcA/TmFcCVOLTjI/AAAAAAAAEqw/M_q3ISb_33Y/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647896602825412146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G41N5jKBq5k/TmFcCxkUiRI/AAAAAAAAEq4/CVIEMdEK9Vc/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G41N5jKBq5k/TmFcCxkUiRI/AAAAAAAAEq4/CVIEMdEK9Vc/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647896610434484498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pL771bA8_XA/TmFZ4uvGNQI/AAAAAAAAEqo/qO90t3S85Qg/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pL771bA8_XA/TmFZ4uvGNQI/AAAAAAAAEqo/qO90t3S85Qg/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647894238852429058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baleines à bosse - Humpback whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, j'ai eu que des dos, et après, j'ai été malade... Vous moquez pas.  J'avais pris des médocs et tout, mais bon,  je n'avais pas trop trop  d'espoir non plus. Je suis malade en voiture, il faut dire. Là, voilà, vous pouvez vous  moquer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah si, j'ai quand même eu le pélican adulte, aussi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzptZpVkjYs/TmFYP777WxI/AAAAAAAAEqY/HVcOXAXlG_U/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzptZpVkjYs/TmFYP777WxI/AAAAAAAAEqY/HVcOXAXlG_U/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647892438509640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, P s'est retrouvé à devoir s'occuper des deux poulets, donc il a pas vu grand-chose non plus. Mais quand même quelques dos, et une queue de baleine qui plonge. Sinon, la bonne nouvelle, c'est que les poulets ont l'air d'avoir hérité du pied marin normand de leur père... Tipoulet s'est empiffré de chips pendant la moitié de la ballade, alors que rien que le mot me filait des haut-le-coeurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et les dauphins de Risso, photo de P, moi, je devais être à l'arrière du bateau en train de vomir mon petit-déjeuner (malheureusement, je ne plaisante qu'à moitié).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRMykuOJfkQ/TmZVoLfe5HI/AAAAAAAAEtg/gkJtMPgSRrg/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRMykuOJfkQ/TmZVoLfe5HI/AAAAAAAAEtg/gkJtMPgSRrg/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649296931350832242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dauphins de Risso - Risso's dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà nos petits marins revenus sur la terre ferme !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvydSMO3tWs/TmFd59txaVI/AAAAAAAAErA/zyh6sgdulNQ/s1600/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvydSMO3tWs/TmFd59txaVI/AAAAAAAAErA/zyh6sgdulNQ/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647898658099784018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme vous voyez, on avait sorti la combinaison en laine avec chaussons assortis  tricotés par Madame G, l'amie de ma grand-mère, pour La Poulette. Elle est pas trop mimi comme ça ? Moi je dis, vivement les sports d'hiver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fln0MPFyPpA/TmFd6GXpmvI/AAAAAAAAErI/rnR02xpR7rA/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fln0MPFyPpA/TmFd6GXpmvI/AAAAAAAAErI/rnR02xpR7rA/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647898660422916850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEgkKcMQp74/TmFd6RTcdLI/AAAAAAAAErQ/Xfdn3AL1a2s/s1600/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEgkKcMQp74/TmFd6RTcdLI/AAAAAAAAErQ/Xfdn3AL1a2s/s320/IMG_0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647898663358067890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au final, miraculeusement, tout le monde a été content de la ballade. Du  coup, si vous n'avez ni le mal de mer, ni des enfants en bas âge, on  vous le conseille vraiment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is the whale-watching post, finally... I hope your expectations aren't too high, because you might be in for a disappointment. Note, it could have been even more disappointing if we had signed-up for the morning trip, on which they didn't spot any whale, rather than the afternoon one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The official &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.gowhales.com/slstcurr.htm"&gt;listing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of our sightings: 6 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humpback_whale"&gt;humpback whales&lt;/a&gt;, and 5 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risso%27s_dolphin"&gt;Risso's dolphins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were even things to see in the harbor, like this juvenile pelican, or the stinky see lions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet was all set and ready to observe some wild life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you need to be pretty attentive. The thing with whales is to look for a blow in the water when they come up to the surface to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the seconds that follow, you can generally spot a back, or more if you're lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my case, I only got backs, after that I got sea-sick. Don't make fun. I had taken some medicines and all, but I didn't have much hope. I actually get car-sick too. OK, now you can make fun of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, I also got the picture of the adult pelican...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After that, P ended up having to take care of the two chicken, so he didn't get to see much either. But still, a few backs, and a tail when one of the whale went diving. The good news is, the chicken seem to have inherited the sailor genes of their normand father... Tipoulet ate 3 bags of chips during the trip, when only the word was making me queasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and here are the Risso's dolphing, photo courtesy of P, since I was probably throwing up my breakfast at the rear of the boat, by then (I'm only half joking unfortunately).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here are our little sailors back on dry land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, we used the little wool outfit with matching knitted shoes made by Madame G, my grandmother's dear friend, for La Poulette. Isn't she cute in it ? Can't wait for the skiing season !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, and it's miraculous, everyone enjoyed the boat trip. So if you don't get sea-sick, and you don't have too young children, we highly recommend it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6630605468608485001?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6630605468608485001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/monterey-big-sur-part-iii-whale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6630605468608485001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6630605468608485001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/monterey-big-sur-part-iii-whale.html' title='Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part III: Whale-watching'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etuGG6B_ac0/TmFXafHX-SI/AAAAAAAAEpo/oQex0v9N4HQ/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3421926826897476834</id><published>2011-09-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:05:47.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free ride for the poors</title><content type='html'>Tiens, ça fait un moment que je n'ai pas râlé sur l'actualité poiltique ou économique... Il faut dire, franchement, je ne saurais pas par où commencer. Entre la brochette catastrophique de candidats* à la primaire du parti Républicain et les reculs incessants** d'Obama, c'est pas folichon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, plutôt qu'un long post haineux,  je vous ai trouvé une petite vidéo extraite du Daily Show, émission de télé américaine. C'est en anglais, donc on s'accroche parce que c'est vraiment très bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:thedailyshow.com:394983" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="272" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding: 4px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/thu-august-18-2011/world-of-class-warfare---the-poor-s-free-ride-is-over"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get More: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/"&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/"&gt;Political Humor &amp;amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow"&gt;The Daily Show on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous ne comprenez pas du tout l'anglais, voici une traduction approximative d'un de mes passages préférés. Pour vous donner une idée du contexte, Warren Buffett, un des hommes les plus riches du monde, vient de déclarer que le Congrès doit arrêter de faire plaisir aux riches et augmenter leurs impôts. Évidemment, ça n'a pas plu du tout aux Républicains, et pas du tout à Fox News non plus. Du coup, tout ce petit monde réagit en expliquant - ben non, ils n'ont pas peur du ridicule - que ça ne serait pas juste, et qu'on pourrait plutôt faire payer des impôts à ceux qui n'en paient pas. Les pauvres, donc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1'40''&lt;br /&gt;Neal Boortz, sur Fox news: "51% des américains [qui ne paient pas d'impôts] se font remorquer gratos [par les américains plus riches qui eux paient des impôts]."&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: "Vous entendez ça, les pauvres ?! La remorque gratos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; terminée ! On dirait qu'à partir de maintenant, faudra aller au boulot à pied !&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Si on admet que vous avez un boulot, ce qui est peu probable.&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, pourquoi est-ce que vous avez besoin d'être remorqués ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rick Perry, le gouverneur du Texas en tête des sondages, a, entre autres, organisé une journée de prière comme réponse à la crise économique, et déclaré qu'il n'était en gros pas convaincu par la théorie de l'évolution. Ça promet.&lt;br /&gt;** sur les hausses d'impôts sur les hauts revenus, sur le plafond de la dette, et maintenant sur le durcissement de mesures environnementales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since I last complained about the economical or political news here. I have to say, honestly, I wouldn't even know where to start. Between the catastrophy that is the list of Republican primary candidates*, and the constant concessions** of Obama on important issues, it's pretty sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So instead of a long, anger-filled post, I found a little video from the Daily Show. It's a couple weeks-old, so you've probably seen it already, but I find it hilarious. And you, in contrast to the french readers, don't need an explanation on the context...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Rick Perry, the Texas governor and favorite candidate in recent polls, has, amongst other things, organized a prayer rally as a response to the financial crisis, and declared that he pretty much did not believe in evolution. It's going to be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** on the Bush-era tax cuts, on the debt ceiling, and now on environmental regulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3421926826897476834?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3421926826897476834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-ride-for-poors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3421926826897476834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3421926826897476834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-ride-for-poors.html' title='Free ride for the poors'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7631939051475910889</id><published>2011-09-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:00:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"OMG, we're matching!"</title><content type='html'>Les Américains adorent commenter sur les ressemblances vestimentaires. Limite, vous mettez un T-Sirt noir et un jean, et votre voisine fait de même, et hop, on vous dira que vous "matchez" (que vous êtes habillées pareil). Peut-être qu'en France ça se fait moins parce qu'il n'y a justement pas vraiment d'expression adéquate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref, ça faisait deux jours qu'une des nounous de la classe de La Poulette me disait qu'on "matchait", parce que mardi on portait toutes les deux des rayures, et hier des touches de violet. Ce matin, pour rigoler, j'ai décidé de VRAIMENT faire un effort pour nous habiller pareil... Non mais, voilà, là, on "matche".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iidk9oXMGQ/TmBt3CnkptI/AAAAAAAAEpg/33i38bws3xU/s1600/20110901-IMG_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iidk9oXMGQ/TmBt3CnkptI/AAAAAAAAEpg/33i38bws3xU/s320/20110901-IMG_0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647634725085685458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Americans love to comment on matching outfits. To the point that if you wear a black T-Shirt and jeans, and your baymate does the same, most times, someone will note that you're matching. Maybe we don't do the same in France because there is no good way of saying it (you have to use a long sentence instead).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, the last two days, a teacher in La Poulette's class commented that we were matching because we both wore stripes on Tuesday, and some purple yesterday. So this morning, I decided I was going  to make a REAL effort to dress us in matching outfits... Here, now we're matching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7631939051475910889?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7631939051475910889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg-were-matching.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7631939051475910889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7631939051475910889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg-were-matching.html' title='&quot;OMG, we&apos;re matching!&quot;'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iidk9oXMGQ/TmBt3CnkptI/AAAAAAAAEpg/33i38bws3xU/s72-c/20110901-IMG_0812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3164371288448840161</id><published>2011-08-31T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:19:25.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part II: The Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Vendredi, c'était donc ambiance Commandant Cousteau, avec visite  de l'&lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/"&gt;aquarium de Monterey&lt;/a&gt; le matin et ballade en bateau pour aller voir  les baleines l'après-midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était au moins la troisième fois que j'allais à l'aquarium, et la  sixième pour P, c'est dire si on le trouve chouette !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQM5DyWeyY/Tl29BJoLnbI/AAAAAAAAEpA/F7VL-a-Yjhc/s1600/20110826-IMG_9845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQM5DyWeyY/Tl29BJoLnbI/AAAAAAAAEpA/F7VL-a-Yjhc/s320/20110826-IMG_9845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646877335254441394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet l'adore aussi, et a passé la matinée à courir d'un aquarium à l'autre. Je n'ai pris des photos que de nos aquariums favoris, mais honnêtement tout est magnifique, on aurait pu y passer la journée entière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, par ordre d'apparition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvt_-oMS0Lk/Tl1-O8ZD6JI/AAAAAAAAEmg/xWYMSJZuvmI/s1600/IMG_9866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvt_-oMS0Lk/Tl1-O8ZD6JI/AAAAAAAAEmg/xWYMSJZuvmI/s320/IMG_9866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646808302986979474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfuHZK0LQVo/Tl1-PIo987I/AAAAAAAAEmo/H44CUFhQkqk/s1600/IMG_9867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfuHZK0LQVo/Tl1-PIo987I/AAAAAAAAEmo/H44CUFhQkqk/s320/IMG_9867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646808306274923442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1dBIbcc-ZE/Tl1-Ps2-ssI/AAAAAAAAEmw/1cPRYwc-_08/s1600/IMG_9871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1dBIbcc-ZE/Tl1-Ps2-ssI/AAAAAAAAEmw/1cPRYwc-_08/s320/IMG_9871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646808315997369026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;une de leurs deux pieuvres, très active ce matin-là - one of their two octopus, very active that morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A8eWRWyYnA/Tl29BhgAowI/AAAAAAAAEpI/JCFYIxeyDek/s1600/20110826-IMG_9874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A8eWRWyYnA/Tl29BhgAowI/AAAAAAAAEpI/JCFYIxeyDek/s320/20110826-IMG_9874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646877341662618370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un des aquariums de coraux et anémones, splendide - one of the corals and anemones aquarium, stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u2-YhiD7BA/Tl3Nhyu8xqI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/tJO5G9FH_Vw/s1600/20110826-IMG_9939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u2-YhiD7BA/Tl3Nhyu8xqI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/tJO5G9FH_Vw/s320/20110826-IMG_9939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646895488230540962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;une petite tortue... - a small turtle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AT2M2dnt1cQ/Tl25jIsrY5I/AAAAAAAAEow/N-miMmRWh_4/s1600/IMG_9953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AT2M2dnt1cQ/Tl25jIsrY5I/AAAAAAAAEow/N-miMmRWh_4/s320/IMG_9953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646873521073906578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3QaR4WQzOY/Tl2BX6vSZhI/AAAAAAAAEno/W1EV7-8qYbw/s1600/IMG_9947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3QaR4WQzOY/Tl2BX6vSZhI/AAAAAAAAEno/W1EV7-8qYbw/s320/IMG_9947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646811755697038866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;et sa voisine/cousine, la tortue géante - and her neighbor/cousin, the giant turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrmjPcyaJj8/Tl2CoHDk44I/AAAAAAAAEog/EW2t7amasuw/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrmjPcyaJj8/Tl2CoHDk44I/AAAAAAAAEog/EW2t7amasuw/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646813133392896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uljOWpAxU4/Tl2BYC9Cc7I/AAAAAAAAEnw/SrQq6gvIuFo/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uljOWpAxU4/Tl2BYC9Cc7I/AAAAAAAAEnw/SrQq6gvIuFo/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646811757902197682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;les hippocampes - the sea horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce qui est super dans cet aquarium, c'est que c'est aussi joli pour les adultes que c'est amusant pour les enfants. Ils ont des tas d'activités pour les petits un peu partout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvGIE4X-nIs/Tl1_Vd3H-JI/AAAAAAAAEm4/pPEjSaBc2-o/s1600/IMG_9914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvGIE4X-nIs/Tl1_Vd3H-JI/AAAAAAAAEm4/pPEjSaBc2-o/s320/IMG_9914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646809514562287762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;les raies à caresser - the rays that one can pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elzG3Lju-G8/Tl1_WS-91DI/AAAAAAAAEnI/f3-cIzgUS2c/s1600/IMG_9929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elzG3Lju-G8/Tl1_WS-91DI/AAAAAAAAEnI/f3-cIzgUS2c/s320/IMG_9929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646809528822256690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;toutes les éponges et étoiles de mer à toucher - all the sponges and starfishes that one can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWrVyBFfNqc/Tl1_WGQxedI/AAAAAAAAEnA/d0WEiTQ4ano/s1600/IMG_9899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWrVyBFfNqc/Tl1_WGQxedI/AAAAAAAAEnA/d0WEiTQ4ano/s320/IMG_9899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646809525407283666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;les coraux à regarder à la loupe - corals one can see with a magnifying glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWf32hLMdAM/Tl2B7FVmgSI/AAAAAAAAEoI/S32mxkHkDQQ/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWf32hLMdAM/Tl2B7FVmgSI/AAAAAAAAEoI/S32mxkHkDQQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646812359837516066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTVNcK4LSb0/Tl2CUYKwYAI/AAAAAAAAEoY/KyUkcOshj20/s1600/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTVNcK4LSb0/Tl2CUYKwYAI/AAAAAAAAEoY/KyUkcOshj20/s320/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646812794389028866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjmYUVrJ2iI/Tl29AwQ_HvI/AAAAAAAAEo4/mpikIR62db8/s1600/20110826-IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjmYUVrJ2iI/Tl29AwQ_HvI/AAAAAAAAEo4/mpikIR62db8/s320/20110826-IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646877328446267122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;une caméra à diriger pour explorer les fonds marins - a camera you can manipulate to explore the underwater world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour finir, une petite photo de La Poulette, qui a apprécié la ballade elle aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiF12ziZpqA/Tl2B6gBsQ9I/AAAAAAAAEoA/HDDG79JsOk8/s1600/IMG_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiF12ziZpqA/Tl2B6gBsQ9I/AAAAAAAAEoA/HDDG79JsOk8/s320/IMG_0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646812349821895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SlXhQu_ZdM/Tl2B6SllKUI/AAAAAAAAEn4/D6jNzATTP4c/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SlXhQu_ZdM/Tl2B6SllKUI/AAAAAAAAEn4/D6jNzATTP4c/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646812346214328642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, non, juste avant de partir, un aperçu des baleines qu'on a vues l'après-midi (à suivre),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSyEgpyaZm0/Tl2AmAG5giI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/clRXTf0VyPo/s1600/IMG_9936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSyEgpyaZm0/Tl2AmAG5giI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/clRXTf0VyPo/s320/IMG_9936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646810898144789026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et pour inspirer P, une photo de notre nouvel aquarium tel qu'il était avant qu'on ne le démonte pour nos vacances en France. Les poissons sont toujours en vacances, eux... Ça te (allez, je sais que tu me lis...) donnera peut-être envie de le remettre en place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gnd089ldZ8U/Tl3PbS_8SHI/AAAAAAAAEpY/yuGn0cIxjQE/s1600/IMG_5902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gnd089ldZ8U/Tl3PbS_8SHI/AAAAAAAAEpY/yuGn0cIxjQE/s320/IMG_5902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646897575655917682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday was our "Captain Cousteau"-themed day, with a visit of the &lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/"&gt;Monterey Bay Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; in the morning and a whale-watching boat trip in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was at least my third time there, and P's sixth time, which tells you how much we enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet loves it as well, and spent the morning running from one display to the next. I only took photos of our favorite aquariums, but honestly everything is so pretty we could have spent the entire day there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, in order of appearance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is great about this aquarium is that it is as gorgeous for adults as it is fun for kids. They have tons of activities throughout the visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll end with a picture of La Poulette, who enjoyed the visit as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh wait, just before I'm done, here's a preview of the whales that we saw in the afternoon (to be continued),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and to inspire P, here's a picture of our brand new home aquarium, as it looked before we took it down for our vacation in France. The fish are still on vacation, actually... It will maybe make you (come on, I know you're reading this) want to set it up again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3164371288448840161?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3164371288448840161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/monterey-big-sur-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3164371288448840161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3164371288448840161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/monterey-big-sur-part-ii.html' title='Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part II: The Aquarium'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQM5DyWeyY/Tl29BJoLnbI/AAAAAAAAEpA/F7VL-a-Yjhc/s72-c/20110826-IMG_9845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2862327576113690901</id><published>2011-08-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:18:48.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part I: We're there!</title><content type='html'>Ce week-end, c'était un petit miracle, d'autant qu'on s'y est pris à la dernière minute, comme d'habitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimanche dernier, réalisant donc que le daycare serait fermé 2 jours, on s'est dit qu'une petite escapade de quelques jours nous ferait du bien. On revient juste de France, c'est vrai, mais comme tout expat' vous le dira, les vacances au pays, c'est pas des vacances. Bref. En plus, nos amis G et K nous avaient parlé d'un bon plan pour les hotels 4 étoiles, et j'avais bien envie d'essayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le principe, c'est de faire une &lt;a href="http://www.priceline.com/"&gt;offre de prix&lt;/a&gt; pour une catégorie d'hotels dans la région qui vous intéresse. Si un des hotels accepte votre offre, c'est réservé, et il n'y a plus qu'à faire les valises. J'ai  donc commencé par étudier la carte de Monterey, qui contenait 4 hotels 4 étoiles, nos chances étaient donc assez favorables. Les prix affichés pour ces hotels étaient à $200 la nuit et plus, j'ai du coup fait une offre à $100, et bonheur et bonne humeur, elle a été acceptée immédiatement par le &lt;a href="http://monterey.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp?null"&gt;Hyatt Regency&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On est arrivé en milieu d'après-midi le jeudi, sans se stresser... juste à temps pour profiter un peu de la piscine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5HdhdB6I5E/TluRxs23G_I/AAAAAAAAElk/nXi-_5jRjCU/s1600/IMG_9632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5HdhdB6I5E/TluRxs23G_I/AAAAAAAAElk/nXi-_5jRjCU/s320/IMG_9632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646266840879930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiwI5wmuabs/TluS5Mg4OMI/AAAAAAAAEl0/22pseyX8qDU/s1600/IMG_9714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiwI5wmuabs/TluS5Mg4OMI/AAAAAAAAEl0/22pseyX8qDU/s320/IMG_9714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646268069148375234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWWq1M10rNk/TluSTvO4rmI/AAAAAAAAEls/ZuhJ6_u0jLU/s1600/IMG_9685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWWq1M10rNk/TluSTvO4rmI/AAAAAAAAEls/ZuhJ6_u0jLU/s320/IMG_9685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646267425633119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftfQOmhhkTk/TluTg44c64I/AAAAAAAAEl8/ihsvlFq8DVQ/s1600/IMG_9776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftfQOmhhkTk/TluTg44c64I/AAAAAAAAEl8/ihsvlFq8DVQ/s320/IMG_9776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646268751073307522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La chambre était très sympa aussi, avec literie approuvée par les poulets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzZSBROlmTA/TluPF4K_M7I/AAAAAAAAElE/xR9kxkRXkfE/s1600/IMG_9602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzZSBROlmTA/TluPF4K_M7I/AAAAAAAAElE/xR9kxkRXkfE/s320/IMG_9602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646263888979637170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7mPxK_7PhM/TluQlSf8orI/AAAAAAAAElU/7Ivkj-Wznx0/s1600/IMG_9623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7mPxK_7PhM/TluQlSf8orI/AAAAAAAAElU/7Ivkj-Wznx0/s320/IMG_9623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646265528134443698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suILvjr4_bs/TluRLPspvbI/AAAAAAAAElc/_rb7rhTjYLg/s1600/IMG_9628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suILvjr4_bs/TluRLPspvbI/AAAAAAAAElc/_rb7rhTjYLg/s320/IMG_9628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646266180217454002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ku716zvIZM/TluUH5TTXDI/AAAAAAAAEmE/msgwuVxhotI/s1600/IMG_9807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ku716zvIZM/TluUH5TTXDI/AAAAAAAAEmE/msgwuVxhotI/s320/IMG_9807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646269421200825394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À suivre, l'Aquarium de Monterey, une ballade en bateau pour aller voir les baleines, et une escapade à Big Sur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This weekend was a small miracle, especially since we planned it at the last minute, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Sunday, when we realized that the daycare was going to be closed for two days, we thought a little getaway for a few days would be nice. We just returned from France, it's true, but as any expat' will tell you, vacations at home are not really a vacation. Anyway. On top of that, our friends G and K had told us about a good deal for 4 stars hotels, and I wanted to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The principle is to make an &lt;a href="http://www.priceline.com/"&gt;offer&lt;/a&gt; for a particular category of hotels in the area you're interested in. If a hotel accepts your offer, then the stay is booked, and you just have to pack. I started by looking at the hotel map in Monterey, which has four 4-star hotels, so our chances were pretty good. Prices for these hotels were $200 a night at least, so I first made an offer for $100, and  happiness and awesomeness, it was accepted immediately by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://monterey.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp?null"&gt;Hyatt Regency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We arrived there in the mid-afternoon on Thursday, without stressing ... just in time to enjoy the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The room was really nice as well, and the mattresses and pillows were approved by the chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming up next, the Monterey Aquarium, a whale-watching boat trip, and a day in Big Sur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2862327576113690901?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2862327576113690901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/monterey-big-sur-part-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2862327576113690901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2862327576113690901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/monterey-big-sur-part-i.html' title='Monterey &amp; Big Sur - Part I: We&apos;re there!'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5HdhdB6I5E/TluRxs23G_I/AAAAAAAAElk/nXi-_5jRjCU/s72-c/IMG_9632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8293269448251016447</id><published>2011-08-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:38:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandatory vacation</title><content type='html'>Jeudi et vendredi, le daycare est fermé pour formation des instituteurs. D'habitude, dans ces cas-là, P et moi nous relayons pour faire des demi-journées au labo. Mais cette fois-ci, on a décidé d'en profiter pour se faire un long week-end. Pour fêter que P a maintenant son labo à Stanford, et aussi juste comme ça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction Monterey et Big Sur jusqu'à dimanche. On vous racontera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZXtBnxfvc/TlXVuMjB2CI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-XDhy62rwY4/s1600/3mois1%253A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZXtBnxfvc/TlXVuMjB2CI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-XDhy62rwY4/s320/3mois1%253A2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644652697597630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encore une photo-parallèle: Tipoulet le 24 août 2008, La Poulette le 24 août 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Another parallel-picture: Tipoulet on Aug. 24th, 2008, La Poulette on Aug. 24th 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The daycare is closed for staff development days on Thursday and Friday. Usually P and I take turns to go to lab for half-days. But this time we decided that we were going to go away for a long week-end instead. To celebrate the fact that P is now faculty at Stanford, but also for no reason at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're headed to Monterey and Big Sur until Sunday. We'll tell you about it when we come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8293269448251016447?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8293269448251016447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/mandatory-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8293269448251016447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8293269448251016447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/mandatory-vacation.html' title='Mandatory vacation'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNZXtBnxfvc/TlXVuMjB2CI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-XDhy62rwY4/s72-c/3mois1%253A2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1121264605588678371</id><published>2011-08-21T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:22:31.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>C'était la rentrée pour La Poulette et moi cette semaine, alors heureusement qu'on a les week-ends pour se croire encore un peu en vacances !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-NI9Jd1DUU/TlHcF0_3FMI/AAAAAAAAEj8/WipM0wVbFq4/s1600/IMG_9377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-NI9Jd1DUU/TlHcF0_3FMI/AAAAAAAAEj8/WipM0wVbFq4/s320/IMG_9377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643533800755893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HazIAB6LeRw/TlHcFpCDJ9I/AAAAAAAAEj0/lGIBT4j85_o/s1600/IMG_9453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HazIAB6LeRw/TlHcFpCDJ9I/AAAAAAAAEj0/lGIBT4j85_o/s320/IMG_9453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643533797543847890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXkXcpwHk80/TlHddDppalI/AAAAAAAAEkM/HHgdG2uUbFQ/s1600/20110820-IMG_9423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXkXcpwHk80/TlHddDppalI/AAAAAAAAEkM/HHgdG2uUbFQ/s320/20110820-IMG_9423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643535299337874002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2KWlKvGhJg/TlHdc0fqCdI/AAAAAAAAEkE/XG4bB81Zm5A/s1600/IMG_9467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2KWlKvGhJg/TlHdc0fqCdI/AAAAAAAAEkE/XG4bB81Zm5A/s320/IMG_9467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643535295269439954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette and I went back to school last week, so it's nice that week-ends are here to make us feel like we're still on vacation !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1121264605588678371?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1121264605588678371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1121264605588678371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1121264605588678371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-NI9Jd1DUU/TlHcF0_3FMI/AAAAAAAAEj8/WipM0wVbFq4/s72-c/IMG_9377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1694504511099782077</id><published>2011-08-15T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:56:05.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working mom</title><content type='html'>Ma dernière semaine de congé maternité vient de se terminer. 13 semaines en tout: 6 payées à 100% par mon employeur, 6 à 55% par la Californie, et une semaine non rémunérée entre les deux (et exigée par la Californie). En bonne française, je pourrais me plaindre (en France, on bénéficie de 16 semaines à 100% de son salaire), mais pour une expat' aux US, je m'en sors plutôt bien: j'ai la chance d'avoir un employeur généreux, et de vivre dans un État progressiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les États-Unis comptent parmi seulement 4 pays à ne pas garantir de congé payé pour les jeunes mamans (les autres sont la Papouasie Nouvelle Guinée, le Swaziland, et le Lesotho). Et seulement 2 États (la Californie, donc, et le New-Jersey) ont mis en place des programmes pour palier au manque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour ce qui est des entreprises, même au sein du classement 2007 (je n'ai pas trouvé plus récent) des 100 boîtes les plus "family-friendly", 7 n'offraient aucun congé maternité payé, et 7 autres ne donnaient que 15 jours au plus à leurs employées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'après &lt;a href="http://www.momsrising.org/"&gt;Momsrising&lt;/a&gt;, une organisation caritative qui milite pour la mise  en place de diverses politiques familiales, 51% des jeunes mamans  américaines ne disposent d'aucun congé maternité rémunéré. Même en le voyant écrit, on a du mal à y croire, non ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À ce sujet, j'ai une anecdote de quand j'étais enceinte de Tipoulet. J'étais à l'époque payée par une bourse internationale, qui donnait droit à 3 mois de congés payés. Premier hic, il fallait que le bébé naisse pendant la période de la bourse, et Tipoulet était prévu pour une semaine après la fin. Et deuxième hic, une semaine après que la bourse se termine, je n'aurais pas encore eu de bulletin de salaire de Stanford me donnant droit à leur congé maternité... Devant ce problème de calendrier, la DRH m'a gentillement conseillé de provoquer l'accouchement une dizaine de jours en avance... Elle-même avait perdu son boulot lorsqu'elle avait eu son premier enfant 15 ans auparavant, ses standards étaient donc assez bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez, sur ce, demain, au boulot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My last week of maternity leave just ended. I got 13 weeks in total: 6 at a 100% pay from my employer, 6 at 55% pay from California, and one unpaid week in between (and required by California). As a typical French, I could complain (in France the government grants new moms 16 weeks of leave with 100% of salary), but as an expat in the US I'm actually doing pretty well: I am lucky to have a generous employer, and to live in a progressive state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The US are among only four countries that do not guarantee paid leave for new mothers (the others are Papua New Guinea, Swaziland, and Lesotho). And only two states (California, and New Jersey) have implemented programs to bridge the gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for businesses, even amongst the 2007 (I have not found numbers for more recent rankings) 100 most "family-friendly" companies, 7 did not offer paid maternity leave, and 7 others gave less than 15 paid days to their employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.momsrising.org/"&gt;Momsrising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a non-profit that campaigns for the implementation of various family-friendly policies, 51% of American young mothers get no paid maternity leave whatsoever. Even seeing it in writing, it's hard to believe, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On that subject, I have a story of when I was pregnant with Tipoulet to share. I was then paid by an International Fellowship, which offered three months of paid family leave. But first problem, the baby needed to be born during the period of the award, and Tipoulet was due a week after my fellowship was going to end. And second problem, a week after my fellowship ended, I was not going to have a pay statement from Stanford that would qualify me for their own maternity leave program... Given this slight timing issue, an HR person at Stanford kindly advised me to induce labor ten days in advance ... She herself had lost her job when she had her first child 15 years before, so her standards were pretty low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On that note, back to work tomorrow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1694504511099782077?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1694504511099782077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1694504511099782077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1694504511099782077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-mom.html' title='Working mom'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8217564058851662203</id><published>2011-08-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:31:39.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth trimester</title><content type='html'>La Poulette a 3 mois aujourd'hui ! Bon moisiversaire, ma louloutte !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl6Q1oH4VFQ/TkinA_bM9UI/AAAAAAAAEik/EdfoHneG6Yw/s1600/IMG_9271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl6Q1oH4VFQ/TkinA_bM9UI/AAAAAAAAEik/EdfoHneG6Yw/s320/IMG_9271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640942168748913986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle est trop mignonne et rigolote, essaie de manger tout ce qui bouge, et fait des milliards de sourires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzh43d6AmY/TkinBH4HJXI/AAAAAAAAEis/LSkHIQe_jU8/s1600/IMG_9073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzh43d6AmY/TkinBH4HJXI/AAAAAAAAEis/LSkHIQe_jU8/s320/IMG_9073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640942171017651570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre SuperBébé, en somme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gINTXVlUfNY/Tkik05Smq9I/AAAAAAAAEic/QhTXQ_h72JI/s1600/IMG_9110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gINTXVlUfNY/Tkik05Smq9I/AAAAAAAAEic/QhTXQ_h72JI/s320/IMG_9110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640939761920551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour fêter ça, on lui a fait une tarte au citron. Enfin, plutôt à nous, en fait... Et une mini à Tipoulet, qui est le plus gentil grand frère de l'univers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTYwL8TaDb0/Tkij0R1KFGI/AAAAAAAAEiE/KqI3WRiMqOI/s1600/IMG_9123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTYwL8TaDb0/Tkij0R1KFGI/AAAAAAAAEiE/KqI3WRiMqOI/s320/IMG_9123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640938651816432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ_FVYvnJ4Q/Tkik0oK_UyI/AAAAAAAAEiU/Qkq3Va-qwvA/s1600/IMG_9138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ_FVYvnJ4Q/Tkik0oK_UyI/AAAAAAAAEiU/Qkq3Va-qwvA/s320/IMG_9138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640939757325210402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pour finir, comme à &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-day-olds.html"&gt;3 jours&lt;/a&gt; et &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html"&gt;3 semaines&lt;/a&gt;, voici une photo des 2 poulets à 3 mois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Z1IRtJgc4/Tkite3eoItI/AAAAAAAAEi0/uZLme0_pb7A/s1600/3months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Z1IRtJgc4/Tkite3eoItI/AAAAAAAAEi0/uZLme0_pb7A/s320/3months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640949279081636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette is 3-month old today ! Happy monthy-birthday, my little girl !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's just too cute and funny, tries to eat everything that comes by and makes a billion smiles a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our SuperBaby, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To celebrate, we made her a lemon tart. Well, we made ourselves a lemon tart, actually. And a mini-one for Tipoulet, who's just the sweetest big brother in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And finally, like at &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-day-olds.html"&gt;3 days&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html"&gt;3 weeks&lt;/a&gt;, here's a side-by-side picture of our 2 chicken at 3 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8217564058851662203?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8217564058851662203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/fourth-trimester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8217564058851662203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8217564058851662203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/fourth-trimester.html' title='Fourth trimester'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl6Q1oH4VFQ/TkinA_bM9UI/AAAAAAAAEik/EdfoHneG6Yw/s72-c/IMG_9271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5932619577925089398</id><published>2011-08-10T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:30:45.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moo project</title><content type='html'>Le problème avec les photos numériques, c'est qu'on ne les imprime pas... Je sais, c'est pas un scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, je m'étais dit que je profiterais de mon congé mater pour encadrer quelques photos pour la maison. Et puis, il y a quelques temps, je suis tombée sur le site de &lt;a href="http://us.moo.com/share/jdb88r/"&gt;moo&lt;/a&gt;. J'ai trouvé l'idée de leur &lt;a href="http://us.moo.com/accessories/minicard-frame.html"&gt;cadre&lt;/a&gt; très sympa, mais n'aimant pas tellement  le cadre lui-même (un peu trop plastique à mon goût), je me suis lancée  dans un collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes minicartes sont arrivées la semaine dernière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNfKZLAkOcQ/TkLhRqYbEUI/AAAAAAAAEhc/7FiaR0JvYfo/s1600/IMG_8994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNfKZLAkOcQ/TkLhRqYbEUI/AAAAAAAAEhc/7FiaR0JvYfo/s320/IMG_8994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639317376972034370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mikL-AucdwY/TkLhSMfWAZI/AAAAAAAAEhk/hJBEIyxtRNs/s1600/IMG_8978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mikL-AucdwY/TkLhSMfWAZI/AAAAAAAAEhk/hJBEIyxtRNs/s320/IMG_8978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639317386127868306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cadre de chez Ikea, du scotch double-face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzRDOSyQBaE/TkLjW0op-MI/AAAAAAAAEhs/dnDf0PEgiC0/s1600/IMG_8984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzRDOSyQBaE/TkLjW0op-MI/AAAAAAAAEhs/dnDf0PEgiC0/s320/IMG_8984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639319664647076034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... et hop, voilà le résultat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMPZoVPcqU/TkLjXChGEuI/AAAAAAAAEh0/vxLaipOilBo/s1600/IMG_8987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMPZoVPcqU/TkLjXChGEuI/AAAAAAAAEh0/vxLaipOilBo/s320/IMG_8987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639319668373459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et moi j'adore, c'est le principal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem with digital pictures is that we don't print them anymore... I know, it's not exactly news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I had decided that I was going to frame a few pictures for our home while on maternity leave. And a few months ago, I came across the &lt;a href="http://us.moo.com/share/jdb88r/"&gt;moo&lt;/a&gt; website. I loved the idea of their &lt;a href="http://us.moo.com/accessories/minicard-frame.html"&gt;frame&lt;/a&gt;, but didn't really like the frame itself (too plastic-y to my taste), so I thought of making my own collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mini cards arrived last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A frame from Ikea, some double-sided tape, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... here's the final product !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love it, that's all that matters !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5932619577925089398?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5932619577925089398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/moo-project.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5932619577925089398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5932619577925089398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/moo-project.html' title='The Moo project'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNfKZLAkOcQ/TkLhRqYbEUI/AAAAAAAAEhc/7FiaR0JvYfo/s72-c/IMG_8994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2291596185852710103</id><published>2011-08-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:42:07.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The aspiring wine taster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/bookstore.html"&gt;Un autre magasin&lt;/a&gt; a fermé ses portes depuis notre retour: &lt;a href="http://www.andronicos.com/"&gt;Andronico's&lt;/a&gt;, une épicerie fine du Stanford shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On n'y allait que de manière occasionnelle, parce que c'était quand même assez cher, mais ils avaient des bons sushis et nos cheesecakes préférés (bon, sauf qu'ils ont commencé à y mettre trop de cannelle récemment, c'était moins bien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils ont d'autres boutiques dans la Bay Area, donc c'est pas trop triste (sauf pour leurs employés, sans doute), et on a pu faire une razzia le coeur (presque) léger sur les vins qui étaient bradés avant la fermeture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SheoNZwda5o/TjxEpSye2OI/AAAAAAAAEhE/aXcp88U6GFs/s1600/IMG_8580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SheoNZwda5o/TjxEpSye2OI/AAAAAAAAEhE/aXcp88U6GFs/s320/IMG_8580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637456309769918690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À quasiment -40%, on a fait un stock qui devrait nous durer un moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela4Wk786dA/TjxEp-0rLCI/AAAAAAAAEhM/4PBWXevkKH4/s1600/IMG_8604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela4Wk786dA/TjxEp-0rLCI/AAAAAAAAEhM/4PBWXevkKH4/s320/IMG_8604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637456321590275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1gvs2AJJ1k/TjxFmbcfgpI/AAAAAAAAEhU/C38H4RnMS9w/s1600/IMG_8629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1gvs2AJJ1k/TjxFmbcfgpI/AAAAAAAAEhU/C38H4RnMS9w/s320/IMG_8629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637457360065626770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citation de Tipoulet: "Moi, quand je vais grandir grand, grand, grand, moi je pourrai boire le vin !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/bookstore.html"&gt;Another store&lt;/a&gt; closed its doors since we came back: &lt;a href="http://www.andronicos.com/"&gt;Andronico's&lt;/a&gt;, a gourmet grocery store at the Stanford shopping center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only went there occasionally, but they had good sushis and our favorite cheesecake (at least until they started putting a little too much cinnamon in it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have other stores in the Bay Area, so it's not that sad (it is probably to their employees, though), and we could even get our hands on plenty of discounted wine bottles without feeling (too) bad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At almost 40% off, we stocked up, and it should last for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Tipoulet: 'Me, when I will grow big, big, big, me, I'll be able to drink the wine !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2291596185852710103?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2291596185852710103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-downhill.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2291596185852710103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2291596185852710103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-downhill.html' title='The aspiring wine taster'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SheoNZwda5o/TjxEpSye2OI/AAAAAAAAEhE/aXcp88U6GFs/s72-c/IMG_8580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1729099358280577651</id><published>2011-07-31T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:38:55.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a context</title><content type='html'>Elle est juste trop mimi. Et combien de temps est-ce que sa tête va tenir dans la paume de notre main, hein? Ben voilà, photo sans raison, donc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zXfJKkhziE/TjXM-33D1aI/AAAAAAAAEg8/qrxjbVHUrsg/s1600/20110728-IMG_8679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zXfJKkhziE/TjXM-33D1aI/AAAAAAAAEg8/qrxjbVHUrsg/s320/20110728-IMG_8679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635635889242887586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS j'en profite pour mentionner cet &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/27/world/europe/27giverny.html?_r=2&amp;amp;hp"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; dans le New York Times, pour ceux qui lisent l'anglais, qui tombe bien &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/giverny-monets-house.html"&gt;à propos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's just too cute. And how much longer is her head going to fit in the palm of our hand, huh? Exactly, so here's a picture, for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS I'll just mention this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/27/world/europe/27giverny.html?_r=2&amp;amp;hp"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the New York Times, for those who read english, with a very appropriate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/giverny-monets-house.html"&gt;timing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1729099358280577651?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1729099358280577651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/without-context.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1729099358280577651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1729099358280577651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/without-context.html' title='Without a context'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zXfJKkhziE/TjXM-33D1aI/AAAAAAAAEg8/qrxjbVHUrsg/s72-c/20110728-IMG_8679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7104441135547259256</id><published>2011-07-29T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:19:21.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovies</title><content type='html'>En plus des 20 kilos de fringues, on a ramené de France un large choix de doudous pour La Poulette. Elle aura plus qu'à choisir son préféré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_b9WwuUkcc/TjJBsL0tuDI/AAAAAAAAEeo/mZjtpxt1OiQ/s1600/20110726-IMG_8645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_b9WwuUkcc/TjJBsL0tuDI/AAAAAAAAEeo/mZjtpxt1OiQ/s320/20110726-IMG_8645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634638311137851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On top of the 45 pounds of clothes, we brought back a wide selection of lovies from France for La Poulette. She'll just need to pick her favorite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7104441135547259256?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7104441135547259256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/lovies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7104441135547259256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7104441135547259256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/lovies.html' title='Lovies'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_b9WwuUkcc/TjJBsL0tuDI/AAAAAAAAEeo/mZjtpxt1OiQ/s72-c/20110726-IMG_8645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6783343283152737913</id><published>2011-07-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:51:58.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bookstore</title><content type='html'>J'écris "the bookstore" parce qu'il semble qu'il n'en reste effectivement plus qu'un à Palo Alto... Borders, la chaîne de librairies, est finalement en liquidation. C'est toujours triste, une librairie qui ferme, même quand c'est une chaîne... J'ai entendu récemment quelque part que Nashville n'avait plus une seule librairie. Revenant de France, c'est inimaginable. Est-ce que sans la &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loi_Lang"&gt;loi sur le prix unique du livre&lt;/a&gt;, votée il y a 30 ans, cela aurait pu aussi arriver là-bas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm writing "the bookstore" because it looks like there's only going to be one left in Palo Alto... Borders, the bookstore chain, is officially liquidating. It's always sad to see a bookstore close its doors, even from a chain... I heard recently that there was not a single bookstore left in Nashville, TN. Coming back from France, it's purely unthinkable. Would we see the same thing there without the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lang_Law"&gt;Lang law&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, voted 30 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6783343283152737913?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6783343283152737913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/bookstore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6783343283152737913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6783343283152737913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/bookstore.html' title='The bookstore'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6573420778716167692</id><published>2011-07-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:49:05.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boosting the french economy</title><content type='html'>Eh bien les petits Poulets n'iront pas tous nus... Voilà avec quoi nous sommes revenus de France, de quoi les habiller jusqu'à fin 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jNSGAgBSlo/TiyOdjsxM0I/AAAAAAAAEeI/9Dxz5cS6o2A/s1600/IMG_8644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jNSGAgBSlo/TiyOdjsxM0I/AAAAAAAAEeI/9Dxz5cS6o2A/s320/IMG_8644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633033872384013122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et je ne vous montre même pas les jouets. À l'aéroport, ça donnait un sac en soute, et bien 30 kilos, de plus qu'à l'aller !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourris-gâtés, je vous dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little Chicken are not going to run naked... Here is what we brought back from France, enough to dress them until the end of 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am not even telling you about the toys. At the airport, we had one more checked luggage, and probably about 60 lbs more than on our way to France !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so spoiled, I am telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6573420778716167692?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6573420778716167692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/boosting-french-economy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6573420778716167692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6573420778716167692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/boosting-french-economy.html' title='Boosting the french economy'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jNSGAgBSlo/TiyOdjsxM0I/AAAAAAAAEeI/9Dxz5cS6o2A/s72-c/IMG_8644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-176898605785888960</id><published>2011-07-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:12:27.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Seine river</title><content type='html'>Et voilà le dernier post sur nos vacances en France, puisque nous sommes rentrés hier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On avait promis à Tipoulet que l'on ferait une promenade en bateau. On a donc choisi de faire une ballade sur la Seine en &lt;a href="http://www.batobus.com/"&gt;Batobus&lt;/a&gt;. C'est comme les bateaux mouches, mais sans les commentaires enregistrés et avec la possibilité de descendre à chaque arrêt, et de remonter plus tard dans la journée. On est allé le prendre à Hotel de Ville,  pour aller jusqu'à la Tour Eiffel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFVSjur66LU/TimhR5j5ozI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/ihNtNqTeJBI/s1600/IMG_7736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFVSjur66LU/TimhR5j5ozI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/ihNtNqTeJBI/s320/IMG_7736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632210137884762930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En attendant le bateau - Waiting for the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjLk1_H4Tto/TimhSOzCMpI/AAAAAAAAEaY/LaiGgu5dF24/s1600/IMG_7753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjLk1_H4Tto/TimhSOzCMpI/AAAAAAAAEaY/LaiGgu5dF24/s320/IMG_7753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632210143585383058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le voilà ! - Here it comes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sbKp0pksn0/TimnioiLO3I/AAAAAAAAEaw/oeV3i2mVIq0/s1600/IMG_7817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sbKp0pksn0/TimnioiLO3I/AAAAAAAAEaw/oeV3i2mVIq0/s320/IMG_7817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632217022441667442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZsbsDJj72w/TimnizF7hRI/AAAAAAAAEa4/VCODQVmGnNk/s1600/IMG_7841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZsbsDJj72w/TimnizF7hRI/AAAAAAAAEa4/VCODQVmGnNk/s320/IMG_7841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632217025275987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On salue les collègues marins - Greeting our fellow sailors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGfXK5gX7s/Timx0Erd-aI/AAAAAAAAEbA/V06sbxI6KII/s1600/IMG_7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGfXK5gX7s/Timx0Erd-aI/AAAAAAAAEbA/V06sbxI6KII/s320/IMG_7800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632228317170891170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WajHqdkbFtU/Timx0hw1OqI/AAAAAAAAEbI/DXqPdb_42hk/s1600/IMG_7802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WajHqdkbFtU/Timx0hw1OqI/AAAAAAAAEbI/DXqPdb_42hk/s320/IMG_7802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632228324978014882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGD6RG1Y18M/Tim5vTo2P1I/AAAAAAAAEbY/NqmC9IwHMJ8/s1600/IMG_7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGD6RG1Y18M/Tim5vTo2P1I/AAAAAAAAEbY/NqmC9IwHMJ8/s320/IMG_7810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632237031380107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Péniches - Barges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGc-AecHdMA/Tin0T_i_ryI/AAAAAAAAEd4/npnqyXZ9eDY/s1600/IMG_7866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGc-AecHdMA/Tin0T_i_ryI/AAAAAAAAEd4/npnqyXZ9eDY/s320/IMG_7866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632301433316421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrivée à la Tour Eiffel - Reaching the Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH0llPiKBR0/Tino3dWsjeI/AAAAAAAAEdA/JmmLWTNFp3g/s1600/P1060185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH0llPiKBR0/Tino3dWsjeI/AAAAAAAAEdA/JmmLWTNFp3g/s320/P1060185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632288848473787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 heures d'attente pour monter, ce sera sans nous... il y a des limites à jouer les touristes -&lt;br /&gt;A 2-hour line to climb on it, that's not going to work... there's a limit to playing tourists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OpeBEqekAM/Tim5vBqxSoI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/cQV90sYW8eo/s1600/IMG_7878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OpeBEqekAM/Tim5vBqxSoI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/cQV90sYW8eo/s320/IMG_7878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632237026556332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJhRM59lbTM/TinAuk0hzlI/AAAAAAAAEbo/j_I6NjhC-mQ/s1600/IMG_7877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJhRM59lbTM/TinAuk0hzlI/AAAAAAAAEbo/j_I6NjhC-mQ/s320/IMG_7877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632244715394027090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCnrq_VyYMc/TinAuC2p9BI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Ar0B4bUXpjc/s1600/IMG_7875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCnrq_VyYMc/TinAuC2p9BI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Ar0B4bUXpjc/s320/IMG_7875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632244706276144146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais d'en bas c'est beau aussi - But it's also pretty from down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqhfp0ehxL0/TinlToDf5EI/AAAAAAAAEc4/6TOKHJkKRgQ/s1600/IMG_7894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqhfp0ehxL0/TinlToDf5EI/AAAAAAAAEc4/6TOKHJkKRgQ/s320/IMG_7894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632284934335882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Et puis il y a même un manège pour Tipoulet - And there's even a carousel for Tipoulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4XFhPpKMzQ/TimmVi9OP3I/AAAAAAAAEag/N1fDUQU-NX4/s1600/IMG_7780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4XFhPpKMzQ/TimmVi9OP3I/AAAAAAAAEag/N1fDUQU-NX4/s320/IMG_7780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632215698094571378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On remonte sur le Batobus pour continuer la ballade - We step back on the Batobus to continue the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoMLzI4K3zg/TincI1V_irI/AAAAAAAAEb4/9Uvlusofi4s/s1600/IMG_7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoMLzI4K3zg/TincI1V_irI/AAAAAAAAEb4/9Uvlusofi4s/s320/IMG_7957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632274853319903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-marim4Ww0cY/TineLT46p7I/AAAAAAAAEcI/vjbPbAZj8pg/s1600/IMG_7979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-marim4Ww0cY/TineLT46p7I/AAAAAAAAEcI/vjbPbAZj8pg/s320/IMG_7979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632277094902441906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le Louvre&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI2dYYV0M18/TineKxzrHbI/AAAAAAAAEcA/W1R_WZ7xcMM/s1600/IMG_7986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI2dYYV0M18/TineKxzrHbI/AAAAAAAAEcA/W1R_WZ7xcMM/s320/IMG_7986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632277085753646514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... avec une grue pour Tipoulet - ...with a tower crane for Tipoulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7WacLYiPT0/TincIu9mahI/AAAAAAAAEbw/GLM3XcfKnQs/s1600/IMG_7944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7WacLYiPT0/TincIu9mahI/AAAAAAAAEbw/GLM3XcfKnQs/s320/IMG_7944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632274851606981138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le Grand Palais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6Bxk_D4XTo/TimmWNkokaI/AAAAAAAAEao/2WYXlvgxzXo/s1600/IMG_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6Bxk_D4XTo/TimmWNkokaI/AAAAAAAAEao/2WYXlvgxzXo/s320/IMG_7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632215709534163362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le Pont des Arts, avec ses "cadenas d'amour" - The Pont des Arts, with its "love locks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccTU1JxfkXU/TinhOObYvzI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/yGV-93pVn50/s1600/IMG_8003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccTU1JxfkXU/TinhOObYvzI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/yGV-93pVn50/s320/IMG_8003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632280443510898482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La cathédrale de Notre-Dame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qLlzaaQjng/TiniXSyV2DI/AAAAAAAAEco/ntYxqO_9PiM/s1600/IMG_8007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qLlzaaQjng/TiniXSyV2DI/AAAAAAAAEco/ntYxqO_9PiM/s320/IMG_8007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632281698811369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1xD-y-n50/TiniXLmElaI/AAAAAAAAEcg/4kf1xAOnltU/s1600/IMG_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1xD-y-n50/TiniXLmElaI/AAAAAAAAEcg/4kf1xAOnltU/s320/IMG_8006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632281696880858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5-1V11U8Aw/TinhOu-lD9I/AAAAAAAAEcY/1E1-kYOSKio/s1600/IMG_8004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5-1V11U8Aw/TinhOu-lD9I/AAAAAAAAEcY/1E1-kYOSKio/s320/IMG_8004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632280452248440786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZoe_2Bf2MI/Tinkr4zv9dI/AAAAAAAAEcw/54yuiSLayLA/s1600/IMG_8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZoe_2Bf2MI/Tinkr4zv9dI/AAAAAAAAEcw/54yuiSLayLA/s320/IMG_8033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632284251638461906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre avant-dernier soir, nous sommes repassés en voiture devant la Tour Eiffel, qui s'est mise à &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTaq_MI6ey8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;scintiller&lt;/a&gt;, comme pour nous dire au revoir. Et pour qu'elle nous accompagne un peu à Palo Alto, Mamina, toujours trop forte, nous a trouvé une très mignonne Tour Eiffel en carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2m58aFXeCoA/TinwvNDn_PI/AAAAAAAAEdY/74l_1InQ48k/s1600/IMG_8514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2m58aFXeCoA/TinwvNDn_PI/AAAAAAAAEdY/74l_1InQ48k/s320/IMG_8514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632297502752898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn9J6Y_WQqM/TinyxNcpUII/AAAAAAAAEdw/tWGoHQY3kZw/s1600/eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn9J6Y_WQqM/TinyxNcpUII/AAAAAAAAEdw/tWGoHQY3kZw/s320/eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632299736240836738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IC5WYHXyJV0/Tinx34yZ62I/AAAAAAAAEdo/3NUkqjmVrtc/s1600/IMG_8544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IC5WYHXyJV0/Tinx34yZ62I/AAAAAAAAEdo/3NUkqjmVrtc/s320/IMG_8544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632298751442414434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And here is the last post on our french vacation, since we came back home yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;We had promised Tipoulet that we would go on a boat trip. We chose a ride on the &lt;a href="http://www.batobus.com/"&gt;Batobus&lt;/a&gt; on the Seine river. It's similar to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bateau_Mouche"&gt;Bateaux Mouches&lt;/a&gt;, except without the prerecorded commentary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and with possible stops and hops all along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;. We went to catch it at City Hall and rode it up to the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;Two days before we left, we drove past the Eiffel Tower at night and she started &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTaq_MI6ey8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;sparkling&lt;/a&gt; as if she was saying goodbye. And so that we could take her a little with us to Palo Alto, Mamina, who's the best as usual, found a very cute little paper Eiffel Tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-176898605785888960?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/176898605785888960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-seine-river.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/176898605785888960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/176898605785888960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-seine-river.html' title='On the Seine river'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFVSjur66LU/TimhR5j5ozI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/ihNtNqTeJBI/s72-c/IMG_7736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-158534354144503333</id><published>2011-07-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:58:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Cuties</title><content type='html'>Mes 3 petites choses préférées du moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xulfx-VRU/TiWQHJWYuzI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/bqHmjJpJUus/s1600/IMG_7226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xulfx-VRU/TiWQHJWYuzI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/bqHmjJpJUus/s320/IMG_7226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631065361539971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1sEPFjlFkc/TiWPBc5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAEZk/bSKSXdmxyu8/s1600/IMG_8493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1sEPFjlFkc/TiWPBc5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAEZk/bSKSXdmxyu8/s320/IMG_8493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631064164194829122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWyWEAhkqCI/TipGyENpWkI/AAAAAAAAEeA/Bb38jDaPOJM/s1600/IMG_8494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWyWEAhkqCI/TipGyENpWkI/AAAAAAAAEeA/Bb38jDaPOJM/s320/IMG_8494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632392109918607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 3 favorite little things right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-158534354144503333?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/158534354144503333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-cuties.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/158534354144503333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/158534354144503333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-cuties.html' title='3 Cuties'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xulfx-VRU/TiWQHJWYuzI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/bqHmjJpJUus/s72-c/IMG_7226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5008645568955591413</id><published>2011-07-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:15:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giverny - Monet's House</title><content type='html'>On continue dans les activités touristiques, avec la maison de Claude Monet à Giverny, que je n'avais jamais visitée du temps où j'étais parisienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, réveil aux aurores, à 10h, et direction la Gare Saint-Lazare pour 45 minutes de train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiX-yT0N0tw/Th_7aHimbNI/AAAAAAAAEIE/1XQVEznwWAw/s1600/IMG_7495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiX-yT0N0tw/Th_7aHimbNI/AAAAAAAAEIE/1XQVEznwWAw/s320/IMG_7495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494485355752658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeVy4hv1suQ/Th_7ac_sxBI/AAAAAAAAEIM/ik3uBvvaEZQ/s1600/IMG_7497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeVy4hv1suQ/Th_7ac_sxBI/AAAAAAAAEIM/ik3uBvvaEZQ/s320/IMG_7497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629494491114947602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKg53BBdDNw/Th_81WHQg5I/AAAAAAAAEIU/j_7IblPUwoA/s1600/IMG_7508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKg53BBdDNw/Th_81WHQg5I/AAAAAAAAEIU/j_7IblPUwoA/s320/IMG_7508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629496052635698066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Métro, train et bus dans la même journée, Tipoulet était ravi, forcément. Arrivés à Vernon, on s'est installé dans un petit coin tranquille pour un petit pique-nique préparé par Mamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxUkVRXBxrg/Th___1NI7VI/AAAAAAAAEI0/_FZpVWrieuE/s1600/IMG_7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxUkVRXBxrg/Th___1NI7VI/AAAAAAAAEI0/_FZpVWrieuE/s320/IMG_7536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629499531315440978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiche aux champignons, mimolette et tête de Moine, oeufs durs au sel de Guérande au piment d'Espelette, chips et gauffres à la ciboulette et à l'Epoisse, cerises. Elle ne s'est pas foutue de nous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RB_cc5y-nV4/Th_81gxHBwI/AAAAAAAAEIc/hi0F1UF6Q4s/s1600/IMG_7524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RB_cc5y-nV4/Th_81gxHBwI/AAAAAAAAEIc/hi0F1UF6Q4s/s320/IMG_7524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629496055495591682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms60r8gunug/Th_9_ZmT87I/AAAAAAAAEIk/cJkKCTmQZnk/s1600/IMG_7552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms60r8gunug/Th_9_ZmT87I/AAAAAAAAEIk/cJkKCTmQZnk/s320/IMG_7552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629497324881572786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JM55iKj-z2w/Th_9_9Eh9bI/AAAAAAAAEIs/R8QvSDW7Ods/s1600/IMG_7554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JM55iKj-z2w/Th_9_9Eh9bI/AAAAAAAAEIs/R8QvSDW7Ods/s320/IMG_7554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629497334403560882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puis, zou, direction la maison de Monet et ses jardins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLDRnKJ4Z4Q/TiAX-FSC3yI/AAAAAAAAEKU/jv3YMiFItmQ/s1600/Plan001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLDRnKJ4Z4Q/TiAX-FSC3yI/AAAAAAAAEKU/jv3YMiFItmQ/s320/Plan001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629525889550311202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr, l'étang aux nymphéas est ravissant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vYVrAXQ1U8/TiATDSdAhuI/AAAAAAAAEJs/v3cJ1tnless/s1600/IMG_7721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vYVrAXQ1U8/TiATDSdAhuI/AAAAAAAAEJs/v3cJ1tnless/s320/IMG_7721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629520481427162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aHlSLwRSLg/TiACWu4IB8I/AAAAAAAAEJM/6hImVogkDSo/s1600/IMG_7577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aHlSLwRSLg/TiACWu4IB8I/AAAAAAAAEJM/6hImVogkDSo/s320/IMG_7577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629502123776935874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7b9DwcICD8/TiNefhsZZ0I/AAAAAAAAEK8/ZAzM4zgaTVE/s1600/20110714-IMG_7567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7b9DwcICD8/TiNefhsZZ0I/AAAAAAAAEK8/ZAzM4zgaTVE/s320/20110714-IMG_7567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630447854856791874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce qui nous a agréablement surpris, c'est la diversité des fleurs dans le "jardin impressionniste", le Clos Normand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pcd0F6V-s0k/TiFuCXe61HI/AAAAAAAAEKc/buciuVu7DRQ/s1600/IMG_7679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pcd0F6V-s0k/TiFuCXe61HI/AAAAAAAAEKc/buciuVu7DRQ/s320/IMG_7679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629901996132324466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gi9xKKEhuOA/TiAX98ob1bI/AAAAAAAAEKM/dL3jo66w0D4/s1600/fleurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gi9xKKEhuOA/TiAX98ob1bI/AAAAAAAAEKM/dL3jo66w0D4/s320/fleurs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629525887228302770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xljZo2JHrQ/TiAVIpCFLPI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Gi5aOJFyHgY/s1600/IMG_7729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xljZo2JHrQ/TiAVIpCFLPI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Gi5aOJFyHgY/s320/IMG_7729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629522772410838258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wq5LWsFe8M/TiAAALItyyI/AAAAAAAAEI8/JvmeqTfh1a4/s1600/IMG_7632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wq5LWsFe8M/TiAAALItyyI/AAAAAAAAEI8/JvmeqTfh1a4/s320/IMG_7632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629499537202465570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La maison est aussi très jolie, mais on ne peut pas prendre de photos à l'&lt;a href="http://www.fondation-monet.fr/fr/content/la-maison-de-monet"&gt;intérieur&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTNueN08a7o/TiAEkPBM3nI/AAAAAAAAEJc/VUQVlNiDCA4/s1600/IMG_7639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTNueN08a7o/TiAEkPBM3nI/AAAAAAAAEJc/VUQVlNiDCA4/s320/IMG_7639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629504554766491250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXDzyjsCBIo/TiFuCsyWyPI/AAAAAAAAEKk/QDjTeMJrQAA/s1600/IMG_7704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXDzyjsCBIo/TiFuCsyWyPI/AAAAAAAAEKk/QDjTeMJrQAA/s320/IMG_7704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629902001850992882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzWK-UA1xWA/TiAVIVK0AVI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/OSd0aAhWFds/s1600/IMG_7693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzWK-UA1xWA/TiAVIVK0AVI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/OSd0aAhWFds/s320/IMG_7693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629522767078752594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une très belle journée, donc. Et on est prêt pour la reconversion en tour-operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJlCosqGTdU/TiAEjx9oqLI/AAAAAAAAEJU/APQHf2HcPr4/s1600/IMG_7584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJlCosqGTdU/TiAEjx9oqLI/AAAAAAAAEJU/APQHf2HcPr4/s320/IMG_7584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629504546966907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We continue our tourists tour, with Claude Monet's house in Giverny, which I had never visited when I lived in Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we rose with the sun, at 10am, and headed to the Gare Saint-Lazare for a 45 minutes train ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subway, train and bus, all in one day, Tipoulet was very excited, obviously. Once in Vernon, we found a cute little place where we had a picnic prepared by Mamina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mushroom quiche, mimolette and Tête de Moine cheese, hard-boiled eggs with Guérande salt with Espelette pepper, chips and chives and Epoisse cheese waffles, cherries. She wasn't kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was then time to go visit Monet's house and gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course the nympheas pond is gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what surprised us was the variety of flowers in the impressionist garden, the Clos Normand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The house is gorgeous too, but I couln't take pictures of the &lt;a href="http://www.fondation-monet.fr/fr/content/la-maison-de-monet"&gt;inside&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a lovely day. And we're ready to start our tour-operator agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5008645568955591413?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5008645568955591413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/giverny-monets-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5008645568955591413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5008645568955591413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/giverny-monets-house.html' title='Giverny - Monet&apos;s House'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiX-yT0N0tw/Th_7aHimbNI/AAAAAAAAEIE/1XQVEznwWAw/s72-c/IMG_7495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6995714049192528716</id><published>2011-07-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:19:16.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little details of every day life</title><content type='html'>Ces petites choses qui nous rappellent qu'on est ailleurs, dans le désordre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les vrais volets*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLnE-clzOm0/Thtu5s1SUKI/AAAAAAAAEH0/aiPR6MgDh4A/s1600/IMG_6982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLnE-clzOm0/Thtu5s1SUKI/AAAAAAAAEH0/aiPR6MgDh4A/s320/IMG_6982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628214096895824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les petites voitures et l'essence à 1,60 euro le litre, le bec verseur du paquet de sucre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les crevettes servies non-décortiquées,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8wOmufu_Zg/Thtu5FMO4RI/AAAAAAAAEHs/b9oUgLTa9Mw/s1600/IMG_6728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8wOmufu_Zg/Thtu5FMO4RI/AAAAAAAAEHs/b9oUgLTa9Mw/s320/IMG_6728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628214086254649618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les 6 boulangeries du coin, les magasins fermés le dimanche,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les mousses au chocolat trop bonnes du supermarché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDOwqtOi7EU/ThttEIo-8bI/AAAAAAAAEHk/M9GjOVBRSs4/s1600/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDOwqtOi7EU/ThttEIo-8bI/AAAAAAAAEHk/M9GjOVBRSs4/s320/IMG_7409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628212077135851954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* aux États-Unis, tous les volets que j'ai vus étaient faux, deux panneaux de bois collés de part et d'autre des fenêtres pour les rendre plus jolies, comme ici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00qYW8l6x_Q/Thtwl7cCtEI/AAAAAAAAEH8/CMZsknEknmk/s1600/IMG_4489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00qYW8l6x_Q/Thtwl7cCtEI/AAAAAAAAEH8/CMZsknEknmk/s320/IMG_4489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628215956242347074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that remind us we're in a different country, not in any particular order...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real shutters*,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small cars and gasoline at $8.50 per gallon, the pourer thingie on sugar bags, shrimps served whole, 6 bakeries within walking distance, shops closed on Sundays, delicious store-bought chocolate mousses. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* in the US, all the shutters I've seen are fake ones, wooden boards stuck on each side of the window to make it look prettier, like these ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6995714049192528716?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6995714049192528716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-details-of-every-day-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6995714049192528716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6995714049192528716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-details-of-every-day-life.html' title='The little details of every day life'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLnE-clzOm0/Thtu5s1SUKI/AAAAAAAAEH0/aiPR6MgDh4A/s72-c/IMG_6982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-5676855959058775683</id><published>2011-07-08T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:34:57.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting some rest - and bonding</title><content type='html'>Comme on s'y attendait, La Poulette s'est très bien accommodée du décalage horaire. Elle a même dormi presque 6 heures d'affilée les 5 dernières nuits, le bonheur. Par contre, Tipoulet a vraiment eu du mal cette année... Longues siestes et courtes nuits les premiers jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette sieste-là avait commencé à distance raisonnable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8dZKu8h1gw/ThWnnpx5RVI/AAAAAAAAEHE/H-pP3QPGZ8M/s1600/IMG_7181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8dZKu8h1gw/ThWnnpx5RVI/AAAAAAAAEHE/H-pP3QPGZ8M/s320/IMG_7181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626587609141167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais quand on est revenu, on a trouvé les deux poulets collés l'un à l'autre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA9kCR_TFzo/ThWnoNWIijI/AAAAAAAAEHM/S2xjoNDUkrU/s1600/IMG_7197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA9kCR_TFzo/ThWnoNWIijI/AAAAAAAAEHM/S2xjoNDUkrU/s320/IMG_7197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626587618688404018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHGmFZBBUwU/ThWtQQJJfLI/AAAAAAAAEHU/sIIDs_R3lsQ/s1600/IMG_7221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHGmFZBBUwU/ThWtQQJJfLI/AAAAAAAAEHU/sIIDs_R3lsQ/s320/IMG_7221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626593804192152754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHBoQetQv4A/ThWtQhygLBI/AAAAAAAAEHc/R94b70P0zfw/s1600/IMG_7217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHBoQetQv4A/ThWtQhygLBI/AAAAAAAAEHc/R94b70P0zfw/s320/IMG_7217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626593808929008658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like we anticipated the jetlag didn't bother La Poulette at all. She even slept almost 6 hours in a row the last 5 nights, heaven ! On the other hand Tipoulet had a really hard time this year... Long naps and short nights on the first days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This nap started at a reasonable distance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we came back, we found the two chicken stuck to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-5676855959058775683?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5676855959058775683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-some-rest-and-bonding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5676855959058775683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/5676855959058775683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-some-rest-and-bonding.html' title='Getting some rest - and bonding'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8dZKu8h1gw/ThWnnpx5RVI/AAAAAAAAEHE/H-pP3QPGZ8M/s72-c/IMG_7181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-900028361807622238</id><published>2011-07-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T05:20:14.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normandy - Harfleur</title><content type='html'>Quelques photos de notre deuxième ballade, à Harfleur, près du Havre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qPNt3u6_4/ThSgTx3se2I/AAAAAAAAEGs/0rBpZEWu0Uo/s1600/IMG_7168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qPNt3u6_4/ThSgTx3se2I/AAAAAAAAEGs/0rBpZEWu0Uo/s320/IMG_7168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626298096157490018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canal d'Harfleur avec vue sur la Cathédrale - Canal of Harfleur with a view of the Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEa3AZ_ze8c/ThSfTdkJ6rI/AAAAAAAAEGc/VgM-ZtI6DIk/s1600/IMG_7164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEa3AZ_ze8c/ThSfTdkJ6rI/AAAAAAAAEGc/VgM-ZtI6DIk/s320/IMG_7164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626296991195196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4hu_tHXMNc/ThSgTjU_dqI/AAAAAAAAEGk/F2peikcAveE/s1600/IMG_7166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4hu_tHXMNc/ThSgTjU_dqI/AAAAAAAAEGk/F2peikcAveE/s320/IMG_7166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626298092253836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hotel de Ville - City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAWZazQTlTM/ThSnZcRmGiI/AAAAAAAAEG0/l-QVRu6TE5w/s1600/IMG_7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAWZazQTlTM/ThSnZcRmGiI/AAAAAAAAEG0/l-QVRu6TE5w/s320/IMG_7176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626305890021153314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0jS0umXTDs/ThSfS2BIfkI/AAAAAAAAEGU/RFuk_bLNRsw/s1600/IMG_7160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0jS0umXTDs/ThSfS2BIfkI/AAAAAAAAEGU/RFuk_bLNRsw/s320/IMG_7160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626296980579319362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maison des pêcheurs datant du XVe siècle - House of the fishermen from the XVth century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few pictures of another day trip, to Harfleur, near Le Havre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-900028361807622238?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/900028361807622238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/normandy-harfleur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/900028361807622238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/900028361807622238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/normandy-harfleur.html' title='Normandy - Harfleur'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qPNt3u6_4/ThSgTx3se2I/AAAAAAAAEGs/0rBpZEWu0Uo/s72-c/IMG_7168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1976279827828324163</id><published>2011-07-04T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:33:46.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normandy - Honfleur</title><content type='html'>On a passé notre premier week-end en France en Normandie, chez les parents de P. Par un temps magnifique, on a fait nos gros touristes, et c'était bien agréable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Première ballade: Honfleur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-eEVC-Pnyo/Tg8MlOToniI/AAAAAAAAEEE/f-C-2HBXCto/s1600/IMG_6991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-eEVC-Pnyo/Tg8MlOToniI/AAAAAAAAEEE/f-C-2HBXCto/s320/IMG_6991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624728293244182050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Traversée du Pont de Normandie - Across the Normandy Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YqDyg40vuk/Tg8X1rOr77I/AAAAAAAAEEU/2EvOrfFQQtY/s1600/IMG_6675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YqDyg40vuk/Tg8X1rOr77I/AAAAAAAAEEU/2EvOrfFQQtY/s320/IMG_6675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624740670513868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LprnvGSmaLA/Tg8aYqEBlGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/rLnMz8-_sZI/s1600/IMG_6695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LprnvGSmaLA/Tg8aYqEBlGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/rLnMz8-_sZI/s320/IMG_6695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624743470519391330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q64X1LxuuPg/Tg8ZSmYMBoI/AAAAAAAAEEk/evJwFTCwJEs/s1600/IMG_6690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q64X1LxuuPg/Tg8ZSmYMBoI/AAAAAAAAEEk/evJwFTCwJEs/s320/IMG_6690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624742266939377282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vues du vieux port - Views of the old port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga0QUpA5LdM/Tg8c7GZP5bI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2O86WaiJUm0/s1600/IMG_6971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga0QUpA5LdM/Tg8c7GZP5bI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2O86WaiJUm0/s320/IMG_6971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624746261263410610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hiHALLcKsg/Tg8b8fd1foI/AAAAAAAAEFE/oaYxwxZdJcE/s1600/IMG_6824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hiHALLcKsg/Tg8b8fd1foI/AAAAAAAAEFE/oaYxwxZdJcE/s320/IMG_6824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624745185661779586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sb57y46AyoM/Tg8fSA6NyFI/AAAAAAAAEFk/ln0788NL2sQ/s1600/IMG_6819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sb57y46AyoM/Tg8fSA6NyFI/AAAAAAAAEFk/ln0788NL2sQ/s320/IMG_6819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624748853951318098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clocher de l'église Sainte-Catherine - Clocktower of the Sainte-Catherine church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3wWYpJFGEw/Tg8Mk6qEl4I/AAAAAAAAED8/QmD3okqoj40/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3wWYpJFGEw/Tg8Mk6qEl4I/AAAAAAAAED8/QmD3okqoj40/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624728287969580930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av3FSpeL-iY/Tg8bHsip5uI/AAAAAAAAEE0/BpqsjL64Xqs/s1600/IMG_6766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av3FSpeL-iY/Tg8bHsip5uI/AAAAAAAAEE0/BpqsjL64Xqs/s320/IMG_6766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624744278638585570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-a2a1fmOzE/Tg8bH4pn3SI/AAAAAAAAEE8/GVV-ebVvs48/s1600/IMG_6787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-a2a1fmOzE/Tg8bH4pn3SI/AAAAAAAAEE8/GVV-ebVvs48/s320/IMG_6787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624744281889037602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maisons à colombages - Half-timbered (colombage) houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tq47VxUAr6c/Tg9H1Xfy0ZI/AAAAAAAAEF0/RhYMrob5V2M/s1600/IMG_6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tq47VxUAr6c/Tg9H1Xfy0ZI/AAAAAAAAEF0/RhYMrob5V2M/s320/IMG_6803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624793441775047058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMP3eyhPYM8/Tg8c6-6p86I/AAAAAAAAEFU/dGCeOgMREvU/s1600/IMG_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMP3eyhPYM8/Tg8c6-6p86I/AAAAAAAAEFU/dGCeOgMREvU/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624746259256046498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En plus, ô joie, ô bonne humeur, il y avait un manège !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1iFs-Ae-4I/Tg8X1H5cHwI/AAAAAAAAEEM/LsrgSNzQfLY/s1600/IMG_6640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1iFs-Ae-4I/Tg8X1H5cHwI/AAAAAAAAEEM/LsrgSNzQfLY/s320/IMG_6640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624740661029510914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhmWPOoyHL4/Tg8b8vgtxHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Q27kFYdpjf4/s1600/IMG_6919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhmWPOoyHL4/Tg8b8vgtxHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Q27kFYdpjf4/s320/IMG_6919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624745189968823410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8-lLL395P0/Tg8fSRVtlUI/AAAAAAAAEFs/tYfSK9yOp-w/s1600/IMG_6839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8-lLL395P0/Tg8fSRVtlUI/AAAAAAAAEFs/tYfSK9yOp-w/s320/IMG_6839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624748858361615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pendant ce temps-là, La Poulette... dormait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_H2JRA5kB4/Tg8ZSNRYn3I/AAAAAAAAEEc/GZBAWpTPcf8/s1600/IMG_6685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_H2JRA5kB4/Tg8ZSNRYn3I/AAAAAAAAEEc/GZBAWpTPcf8/s320/IMG_6685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624742260199956338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette a trouvé son pouce - La Poulette found her thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We spent our first week-end in France in Normandy, with P's parents. With a gorgeous weather, we played tourists, and it was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First daytrip: Honfleur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And on top of things, great joy, there was a carrousel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all this time La Poulette was... sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1976279827828324163?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1976279827828324163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/normandy-honfleur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1976279827828324163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1976279827828324163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/normandy-honfleur.html' title='Normandy - Honfleur'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-eEVC-Pnyo/Tg8MlOToniI/AAAAAAAAEEE/f-C-2HBXCto/s72-c/IMG_6991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6644759587004121087</id><published>2011-06-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:41:47.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A biiiiig airplane</title><content type='html'>On l'aura mérité notre Airbus A380.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqghqBlI8lw/Tgy_WWlWU3I/AAAAAAAAEDk/fO7iqix9-m0/s1600/IMG_6480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqghqBlI8lw/Tgy_WWlWU3I/AAAAAAAAEDk/fO7iqix9-m0/s320/IMG_6480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624080425419166578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivé avec 5 heures de retard à San Francisco, il a fallu encore l'attendre 4 heures, le temps que le contrôle technique de l'avion soit effectué, avant de décoller vers Paris... La faute aux mécaniciens français en grève, quel cliché !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2sY-Clvnu4/TgzCj3KXgCI/AAAAAAAAED0/YE_hjuZjRvA/s1600/IMG_6490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2sY-Clvnu4/TgzCj3KXgCI/AAAAAAAAED0/YE_hjuZjRvA/s320/IMG_6490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624083956037550114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut voir le bon côté de la chose. Du coup, on a pu finir le boulot et les valises dans les temps. Et puis, le poirotage à l'aéroport m'a permis de discuter avec une fille qui était avec moi au lycée et que j'ai retrouvée totalement par hasard dans la queue de l'enregistrement, pendant que son fils et Tipoulet faisaient les 400 coups dans la salle d'attente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9uKw0M_AzI/Tgy_Wls8R8I/AAAAAAAAEDs/Ddi8h-bQUyc/s1600/IMG_6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9uKw0M_AzI/Tgy_Wls8R8I/AAAAAAAAEDs/Ddi8h-bQUyc/s320/IMG_6499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624080429477545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilan: l'avion est confortable (surtout pour Tipoulet qui avait un siège vide à côté du sien), et moins bruyant que les 747 - mais juste assez pour faire dormir La Poulette profondément pendant quasiment tout le vol (comme dit Mamina, une future hôtesse de l'air, tellement elle a été cool). Et surtout le gadget qui tue, c'est les caméras dans les ailerons qui permettent de voir le décollage et l'atterrissage en direct. Carrément sympa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We did really deserve this Airbus A380. Arrived in San Francisco 5 hours late, it was delayed 4 more hours until the airplane was checked by the local technician crew... Blame the french mecanics on stricke, how cliché !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the bright side, it gave us enough time to finish working and packing. And then the wait at the airport allowed me to catch up with a girl I knew in high school, whom happened to be in line for the same flight, while her son and Tipoulet were running around in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;So in summary: the plane is spacious (in particular for Tipoulet who had an empty seat next to him), and less noisy than the 747 (but just enough to put La Poulette to sleep for almost the entire time (she was so good, in fact, that Mamina called her a future flight attendant). But the ultimate gadget are the cameras hidden inside the aisles which allow you to see the take-off and landing live. Pretty cool !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6644759587004121087?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6644759587004121087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/biiiiig-airplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6644759587004121087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6644759587004121087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/biiiiig-airplane.html' title='A biiiiig airplane'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqghqBlI8lw/Tgy_WWlWU3I/AAAAAAAAEDk/fO7iqix9-m0/s72-c/IMG_6480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4753188485292690648</id><published>2011-06-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:01:33.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy !</title><content type='html'>Il y en a une qui est contente de s'envoler pour Paris aujourd'hui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68v9lm4nPq0/TgoH_LlJ4KI/AAAAAAAAEDc/00hT_WTBGw8/s1600/IMG_6473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68v9lm4nPq0/TgoH_LlJ4KI/AAAAAAAAEDc/00hT_WTBGw8/s320/IMG_6473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623315866747265186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here's one girl who's excited to fly to Paris today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4753188485292690648?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4753188485292690648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4753188485292690648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4753188485292690648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy.html' title='Happy !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68v9lm4nPq0/TgoH_LlJ4KI/AAAAAAAAEDc/00hT_WTBGw8/s72-c/IMG_6473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-955073763980383272</id><published>2011-06-27T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:34:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Farmer's market</title><content type='html'>Hier, c'était jour de marché. C'est un Farmer's market, c'est-à-dire que les agriculteurs et artisans locaux viennent vendre leur production eux-mêmes. Comme tous les dimanches, on y est allé, même si cette fois on n'avait pas grand-chose à acheter. Du coup, ayant les bras moins chargés, j'ai pu faire quelques photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ballade est sympa, surtout quand il fait si beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4dLMA4bQH8/TgkEODZnpiI/AAAAAAAAECw/02f7sbJZz0A/s1600/IMG_6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4dLMA4bQH8/TgkEODZnpiI/AAAAAAAAECw/02f7sbJZz0A/s320/IMG_6073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623030249226216994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Svn28Kn5-AQ/TgkHOW39fmI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/pE_xnxBc7JI/s1600/IMG_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Svn28Kn5-AQ/TgkHOW39fmI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/pE_xnxBc7JI/s320/IMG_6082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623033552988634722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Notre Dame des Avocats" (sa remplaçante, en fait) - "Our Lady of the Avocados" (well, her helper, actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLA3yOGZtPE/Tgj8Rk1pnII/AAAAAAAAECA/5wcujgkyaGQ/s1600/IMG_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLA3yOGZtPE/Tgj8Rk1pnII/AAAAAAAAECA/5wcujgkyaGQ/s320/IMG_5950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623021513648741506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poulets rôtis, pour la lunchbox du lundi - Roasted chicken, for Mondays' lunchbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8ihoXKOTdA/TgkEOc1FMgI/AAAAAAAAEC4/DK2-3AZFYr8/s1600/IMG_6075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8ihoXKOTdA/TgkEOc1FMgI/AAAAAAAAEC4/DK2-3AZFYr8/s320/IMG_6075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623030256052285954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1XsI0QCmf0/TgkAhE75CFI/AAAAAAAAECo/Vq2zQM-Ceho/s1600/IMG_6069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1XsI0QCmf0/TgkAhE75CFI/AAAAAAAAECo/Vq2zQM-Ceho/s320/IMG_6069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026178009401426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le stand aux salades, mais les courges sont plus photogéniques - The salad stand, but the squach are more photogenic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBx7aFceEZI/Tgj9mAF8YQI/AAAAAAAAECY/boovaG2GNOE/s1600/IMG_5975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBx7aFceEZI/Tgj9mAF8YQI/AAAAAAAAECY/boovaG2GNOE/s320/IMG_5975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623022964073849090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C'est la saison des cerises !...  - Cherries are in season !&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhQP_1cNWlc/Tgj8SH-6mjI/AAAAAAAAECI/QLPwx3Q-IEw/s1600/IMG_5967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhQP_1cNWlc/Tgj8SH-6mjI/AAAAAAAAECI/QLPwx3Q-IEw/s320/IMG_5967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623021523082844722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... et des pêches aussi ! - ... and peaches too !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK25R7QW1bE/Tgj9l8m458I/AAAAAAAAECQ/QftffAGeQIU/s1600/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK25R7QW1bE/Tgj9l8m458I/AAAAAAAAECQ/QftffAGeQIU/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623022963138291650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un des stands préférés de Tipoulet, les myrtilles - One of Tipoulet's favorite stands, blueberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikz4ocvwhh8/TgkGhna9CmI/AAAAAAAAEDA/MOOHhrJFNV0/s1600/IMG_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikz4ocvwhh8/TgkGhna9CmI/AAAAAAAAEDA/MOOHhrJFNV0/s320/IMG_6081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623032784336259682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet aime bien nous accompagner, tant pour goûter les échantillons et écouter la musique (des musiciens différents jouent chaque semaine), que pour sauter depuis le "gros rocher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSnJsNUfd4/TgkGh344qJI/AAAAAAAAEDI/BXXtrfwjWsM/s1600/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSnJsNUfd4/TgkGh344qJI/AAAAAAAAEDI/BXXtrfwjWsM/s320/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623032788756768914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On est revenu avec des cerises, ça devrait tenir jusqu'à demain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAiu-KdH3lY/TgkAg1Gy2-I/AAAAAAAAECg/zgVrEd_z2aA/s1600/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAiu-KdH3lY/TgkAg1Gy2-I/AAAAAAAAECg/zgVrEd_z2aA/s320/IMG_6026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026173760166882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday was Farmer's Market day. Like every Sunday, we went, even though we didn't need much. But because I wasn't carrying that much stuff, I could take some pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The walk is lovely, especially when the weather is so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet likes to come with us, and enjoys all the fruit samples, the music (different musicians perform each week), and jumping from the "big rock".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We came back with some cherries, they should last until tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-955073763980383272?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/955073763980383272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-farmers-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/955073763980383272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/955073763980383272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-farmers-market.html' title='At the Farmer&apos;s market'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4dLMA4bQH8/TgkEODZnpiI/AAAAAAAAECw/02f7sbJZz0A/s72-c/IMG_6073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1136463167035094730</id><published>2011-06-24T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:49:34.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for shipping</title><content type='html'>Tada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWcZBwSNHv4/TgUZicdGHnI/AAAAAAAAEBY/vxfbgGlUrYE/s1600/IMG_6465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWcZBwSNHv4/TgUZicdGHnI/AAAAAAAAEBY/vxfbgGlUrYE/s320/IMG_6465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621927789386407538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ZgQW8qdlU/TgVowFeHyKI/AAAAAAAAEBg/KkYV6SgxYHU/s1600/20110624-IMG_6459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ZgQW8qdlU/TgVowFeHyKI/AAAAAAAAEBg/KkYV6SgxYHU/s320/20110624-IMG_6459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622014885153458338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Booyah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1136463167035094730?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1136463167035094730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/ready-for-shipping.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1136463167035094730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1136463167035094730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/ready-for-shipping.html' title='Ready for shipping'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWcZBwSNHv4/TgUZicdGHnI/AAAAAAAAEBY/vxfbgGlUrYE/s72-c/IMG_6465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8678424606702669907</id><published>2011-06-22T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:39:43.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport photos</title><content type='html'>Bon, on a finalement rendez-vous pour faire le passeport lundi matin, la veille du départ. 30 heures avant le départ, pour être précis. L'agent au téléphone m'a dit que ça devrait aller. Mais juste pour mettre plus de chances de notre côté, on va tenter d'y aller demain matin sans rendez-vous, on verra bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du coup, on est allé faire les photos de passeport de La Poulette aujourd'hui. En mère vaniteuse que je suis, j'ai attendu la dernière minute pour que l'acné du nourrisson qu'elle a depuis une semaine ait un peu disparu... C'est qu'il est valable 5 ans le passeport, quand même...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrLn3wfIQjI/TgJn49KTGXI/AAAAAAAAEAw/n1U4VgUMwo4/s1600/IMG_6446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrLn3wfIQjI/TgJn49KTGXI/AAAAAAAAEAw/n1U4VgUMwo4/s320/IMG_6446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621169513099893106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pour l'occasion, je l'avais mise sur son 31, aussi*. Ça rigole pas, qu'est-ce que vous croyez !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zQh8uFP5XQ/TgJpAVUI90I/AAAAAAAAEA4/4N6hqt9ijUw/s1600/IMG_6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zQh8uFP5XQ/TgJpAVUI90I/AAAAAAAAEA4/4N6hqt9ijUw/s320/IMG_6315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621170739354335042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoqSbVF_rI/TgJpzJpO4pI/AAAAAAAAEBI/nqvjAR5Y7rY/s1600/IMG_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoqSbVF_rI/TgJpzJpO4pI/AAAAAAAAEBI/nqvjAR5Y7rY/s320/IMG_6386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621171612394906258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIXclT2r0Bg/TgJpAkJOpeI/AAAAAAAAEBA/EOJ3VEAbBMg/s1600/IMG_6329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIXclT2r0Bg/TgJpAkJOpeI/AAAAAAAAEBA/EOJ3VEAbBMg/s320/IMG_6329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621170743335101922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* c'était complètement inutile vu le format des photos, mais ça me faisait plaisir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So in the end we got an appointment on Monday morning for the passport, the day before we leave. Or 30 hours before we leave, more precisely. The representative on the phone told me that it should be fine, but just in case, we'll try to go tomorrow morning without an appointment, we'll see what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went to get her passport photos today. Vain mother that I am, I waited until the last minute so that the baby acne that she's had for a week now might have subsided... The passport is valid for 5 years after all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for the occasion I dressed her up too. We're not kidding, you see !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* of course considering the format of the photos, it didn't make much sense, but it made me happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8678424606702669907?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8678424606702669907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/passport-photos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8678424606702669907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8678424606702669907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/passport-photos.html' title='Passport photos'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrLn3wfIQjI/TgJn49KTGXI/AAAAAAAAEAw/n1U4VgUMwo4/s72-c/IMG_6446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8871321042313207114</id><published>2011-06-20T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:50:18.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handmade gift</title><content type='html'>Pour la Fête des Pères, j'ai commencé la tradition des cadeaux fait-maisons (dessous de plat en pinces à linge et colliers en nouille, tout ça). Ça faisait quelque temps (hum, hum, heureusement que P n'écrit pas le blog) que P me réclamait une photo des loulous encadrée pour son nouveau bureau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voili !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpU-dBYcySE/Tf_MeAyWvcI/AAAAAAAAEAo/K2Np_q9ds_Q/s1600/FD%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpU-dBYcySE/Tf_MeAyWvcI/AAAAAAAAEAo/K2Np_q9ds_Q/s320/FD%2Bcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620435675961015746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeuse Fête des Papas au meilleur Papa du monde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Father's Day, I started the tradition of handmade gifts (like clothespins trivets, or noodles necklaces, stuff like that). P had been asking for a framed picture of the loulous for a little while (hum, hum, glad he doesn't actually write this blog) for his new desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here it is !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the best daddy in the world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8871321042313207114?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8871321042313207114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/handmade-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8871321042313207114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8871321042313207114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/handmade-gift.html' title='Handmade gift'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpU-dBYcySE/Tf_MeAyWvcI/AAAAAAAAEAo/K2Np_q9ds_Q/s72-c/FD%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4863051301310948656</id><published>2011-06-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:26:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little K.*</title><content type='html'>On part donc en France dans une dizaine de jours, alors que La Poulette aura 6 semaines. On y était allé aussi quand Tipoulet avait le même âge, et honnêtement, c'est super facile de voyager avec des tout-petits comme ça. Ils dorment n'importe où et tout le temps, et se fichent du décalage horaire, puisque de toute façon ils ne dorment pas la nuit (sauf si vous avez vraiment beaucoup de bol). Non, le problème, c'est plutôt avant le voyage qu'il se pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour obtenir le passeport du bébé en moins de 6 semaines. Là encore, pour Tipoulet, ça s'était bien passé, donc on n'était pas trop inquiet. Erreur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le plan initial:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Acheter les billets rapidement après sa naissance;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Obtenir le certificat de naissance en "mode accéléré", soit 10 jours (sinon, ça peut prendre jusqu'à 6 semaines): facile, d'après le site du Département de la Santé, il suffit de leur passer un coup de fil;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Faire faire le passeport, là encore, en "mode accéléré", soit 2 à 4 semaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça semblait raisonnable, comme plan, non ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ben quasiment tout ce qui a pu partir en quenouille (j'ignorais que ça existait avant de chercher une remplaçante à l'autre expression qui me venait) est parti en quenouille...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Bon, pour le billet, ça avait plutôt bien commencé, comme je l'ai dit, avec un prix &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-playmobils.html"&gt;moins cher&lt;/a&gt; que &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/flight-gamble.html"&gt;prévu&lt;/a&gt;... Air France devait m'envoyer par courrier celui de La Poulette (pas de billet électronique pour les enfants de moins de 2 ans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - J'appelle donc le Département de la Santé quelques jours après la naissance de La Poulette, et, après 20 minutes à naviguer la boîte vocale, je tombe sur une vraie dame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moi: "Bonjour, je voudrais faire accélérer la délivrance du certificat de naissance de ma fille, s'il-vous-plaît."&lt;br /&gt;Dame: "Ah, non, maintenant c'est plus possible, il aurait fallu le préciser à l'hôpital."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Ah bon? Mais sur votre site, il est marqué de vous appeler. Et puis, personne ne m'a rien dit à l'hôpital."&lt;br /&gt;Dame: "Ah... Non, mais on peut rien faire."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Mais Madame, c'est pas possible, on voyage dans 6 semaines, on a absolument besoin du certificat rapidement."&lt;br /&gt;Dame: "Bon, on va voir ce qu'on peut faire. Donnez-nous votre numéro de téléphone, on vous appellera quand il sera prêt. Et n'hésitez pas à appeler toutes les semaines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilan: je l'ai eu en 4 semaines, ce qui n'est pas si mal finalement, en tout cas, ça nous mettait pas encore complètement dedans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Bon là, le plan devait changer, vu qu'on avait plus que 2 semaines. Or, j'avais vu que si on a besoin d'un passeport sous 15 jours, on peut se rendre à l'agence des passeports de San Francisco pour l'obtenir immédiatement, à condition d'avoir une preuve de voyage imminent. Or, je n'avais toujours rien reçu d'Air France. Retour à 1 -, donc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moi: "Bonjour, je vous appelle parce que je n'ai toujours pas reçu le billet papier de mon bébé pour un voyage San Francisco-Paris."&lt;br /&gt;Gars d'Air France: "Ah, mais pourtant on l'a posté le 9 juin."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Bah non, j'ai rien reçu."&lt;br /&gt;Gars: "Laissez-moi vérifier."&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Gars: "Madame, je suis désolé, en fait, il n'est jamais parti, on a eu un problème avec la facturation."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Ah bon?!!?! Mais le mien a bien été débité pourtant! Et pourquoi je n'ai pas été prévenue?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous passe le reste, mais bilan: je suis allée payer et récupérer le billet directement à l'agence de l'aéroport. Ouf. On a la preuve du voyage imminent. Retour à 3 -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous voilà donc à 12 jours du départ, le 28 juin (notez, c'est important pour la suite). J'appelle donc la boîte vocale des rendez-vous à l'agence des passeports (ou BVRVAP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BVRVAP: "Si vous partez dans plus de 14 jours, raccrochez."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;BVRVAP: "Pour connaître la date du premier rendez-vous disponible, appuyez sur 1."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "1."&lt;br /&gt;BVRVAP: "Le... 29... Juin."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "WTF?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;BVRVAP: "Pour parler à un agent, appuyez sur 3."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Agent: "Bonjour, que puis-je faire pour vous?"&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Bonjour, je voulais prendre rdv à l'agence de San Francisco, mais la première date disponible est le 29, et on part le 28..."&lt;br /&gt;Agent: "OK. Bon, continuez à appeler jusqu'à obtenir un rdv qui convienne, ou jusqu'au 21."&lt;br /&gt;Moi, confuse: "Je continue à appeler??... Jusqu'au 21??..."&lt;br /&gt;Agent, comme si j'étais débile: "C'est ça."&lt;br /&gt;Moi: "Tous les jours?"&lt;br /&gt;Agent: "Tous les jours, autant de fois que vous le voulez."&lt;br /&gt;Moi, très confuse: "Ah bon, alors, euh, d'accord, merci, au revoir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilan, je suspecte que le 21 (7 jours avant le départ, donc) ils auront le droit d'ignorer BVRVAP et de me filer un rdv. Sinon, bah j'irai à l'agence sans rdv, qu'est-ce que vous voulez que je vous dise...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suite le 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Ch%C3%A2teau_%28roman%29"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we're leaving for France in about 10 days, when La Poulette will be 6 weeks-old. We did the same thing with Tipoulet, and honestly, it's super easy to travel with little ones like that. They sleep anywhere, all the time, and they don't care about the jetlag since they don't sleep through the night anyway (unless you're pretty darn lucky). No, trouble happens mostly before we travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because we need to get the baby's passport in less than 6 weeks. Again, for Tipoulet it went pretty smoothly, so we weren't really worried. Big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The initial plan was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1- Buy the airplane tickets shortly after she's born;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2-  Get the birth certificate "expedited", in about 10 days (otherwise, it can take up to 6 weeks): easy, the Health Department website says to just give them a phone call;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3- Get the passport done, once again "expedited" in 2 to 4 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all seemed reasonable, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well almost everything that could go wrong did go wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1- So for the airplane ticket, it started off pretty well, as I said, since we got them for &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-playmobils.html"&gt;cheaper&lt;/a&gt; than &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/flight-gamble.html"&gt;we expected&lt;/a&gt;... Air France was supposed to mail me the paper ticket for La Poulette (no e-ticket for children younger than 2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 - So I call the Health Department a few days after she was born, and after 20 minutes navigating the automatic recording, I finally get a real lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Hi, I'd like to get the birth certificate for my daughter expedited, please."&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Oh, well, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything. You should have told the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really? But on your website, it says to call you. And nobody told me anything in the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "Ah... Well, no, there's nothing we can do."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But it's impossible, we're traveling in 6 weeks and we absolutely need the certificate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "Alright, I'll see what I can do. Leave us your phone number, and we'll call you when it's ready. Don't hesitate to call to check on it every week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In summary: I got it in 4 weeks, which is not that bad after all, or at least we weren't completely doomed yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 - Well, here the plan had to change, since we only had 2 weeks left. And I had seen that if you need a passport within 2 weeks, you can go to the Passport Agency in San Francisco to get it right away, as long as you provide a proof of travel. But I hadn't gotten anything yet from Air France. Back to 1- then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Hi, I'm calling because I still haven't received the paper ticket for my baby for a San Francisco-Paris trip."&lt;br /&gt;Air France dude: "Oh, but it was mailed on June 9th."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really ? No, I haven't gotten anything."&lt;br /&gt;Dude: "Let me go check."&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Dude: "Madame, I'm so sorry, it looks like it was never sent out, there was a problem with the billing address."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Seriously?!!?! But mine worked though! And how come I wasn't told there was a problem?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll spare you the rest, bottom line is: I went to the airport desk directly to pay and get the ticket. Phew. We have a proof of travel now. Back to 3 -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here we are, 12 days before our departure, on June 28th (take note, it's important for later). So I call the automated phone line of the passport agency (or APLPA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APLPA: "If you are traveling in more than 14 days, hang up."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "To know the next available appointment, press 1."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "June... 29th."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "WTF?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "To speak to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;representative, press 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Representative: "Hi, how may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "Hi, I'd like to make an appointment at the San Francisco agency, but the next available appointment is on the 29th, and we're traveling on the 28th..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Representative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "OK. Just keep calling this number until you get an appointment or the 21st."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, confused: "I keep calling??... Until the 21st??..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Representative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, as if I'm retarded: "That's it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "Every day ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Representative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: "Every day, as many times as you'd like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, very confused: "I see, ok, well, euh, thanks, bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So in summary, I suspect that on the 21st (7 days before our departure), they'll be able to bypass  APLPA and book an appointment for me. If not, then I'll just go to the agency without an appointment, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued on the 21st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Castle_%28novel%29"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4863051301310948656?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4863051301310948656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-k.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4863051301310948656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4863051301310948656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-k.html' title='Little K.*'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1215268131094657382</id><published>2011-06-17T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:29:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Built-in baby monitor</title><content type='html'>Je vous ai donc dit que La Poulette dormait bien la nuit. Malheureusement, nous, un peu moins. Parce qu'elle dort dans notre lit, et qu'elle fait plein de bruits. En particulier dans les 45 minutes à une heure avant de se réveiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, la mettez pas dans votre lit, me direz-vous. Certes, mais si on la met dans son lit à elle, ça veut dire qu'il faut se lever quand on l'entend et qu'on pense qu'elle se réveille. Or, la plupart du temps, elle dort à poing fermé. C'est donc plus facile de l'avoir à côté de nous... On allume juste une &lt;a href="http://www.oxo.com/s-148-Candela.aspx"&gt;candela&lt;/a&gt;, et zou, on se rendort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous met un petit extrait, sinon, vous allez croire que j'exagère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audioUrl=https://files.me.com/b.maro/qz690m.mp3" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" quality="best" height="27" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, je crois que ça s'améliore: soit on s'habitue, soit on est déjà trop décalqué pour l'entendre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I told you that La Poulette slept really well at night. But unfortunately, we don't. Because she sleeps in our bed, and she makes a lot of noises. Especially in the 45 minutes to an hour before she wakes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, don't put her in your bed, then, you'll tell me. Except that if we put her in her crib instead, we need to walk to her every time we hear her and think she's waking up. But most of the time, she sleeps soundly. So it's just easier to have her close by... We just switch on a &lt;a href="http://www.oxo.com/s-148-Candela.aspx"&gt;candela&lt;/a&gt;, and go back to sleep right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is a little recording, so that you don't think I'm exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's getting better, though: either we're getting used to it, or we're already too sleep-deprived to hear anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1215268131094657382?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1215268131094657382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/built-in-baby-monitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1215268131094657382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1215268131094657382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/built-in-baby-monitor.html' title='Built-in baby monitor'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6573652502890508731</id><published>2011-06-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:58:56.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boarding to Paris</title><content type='html'>Enfin pas encore tout à fait, mais bientôt ! On a même réussi à avoir des places dans le même avion que Tipoulet et P, finalement, et à $1500 - les prix ont encore chuté il y a 15 jours, incroyable ! Il faut croire qu'ils ont eu un peu de mal à remplir l'A380.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipoulet est obsédé d'avions en ce moment, il raconte à qui veut l'entendre qu'on va en prendre un pour aller à Paris, et il avait même offert à une de ses instits de l'emmener avec nous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'ailleurs, plusieurs de ses grand-parents ne s'y sont pas trompés, et lui ont offert des avions pour son anniversaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous y voilà donc, la famille Chicken &lt;a href="http://www.playmobil.fr/"&gt;Playmobil&lt;/a&gt; (pas très connu aux US, mais parmi nos jouets préférés quand on était gamin) au grand complet embarque pour Paris. De gauche à droite, La Poulette, Tipoulet, moi-même, et P (personnalisé par la figurine hôtesse de l'air allemande des années 70).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ4xNVEpNzc/TfP9UhRFP0I/AAAAAAAAD_s/EvNXJseZh6k/s1600/IMG_5623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ4xNVEpNzc/TfP9UhRFP0I/AAAAAAAAD_s/EvNXJseZh6k/s320/IMG_5623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617111689230368578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous voilà tous installés,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNJo2equwWU/TfP-y7yHN5I/AAAAAAAAD_0/cYHbqutSomU/s1600/IMG_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNJo2equwWU/TfP-y7yHN5I/AAAAAAAAD_0/cYHbqutSomU/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617113311255934866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et après que Papa ait fait un petit caca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwB9yY-wSAw/TfQCekqNVlI/AAAAAAAAD_8/iSblfPvVc8M/s1600/IMG_5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwB9yY-wSAw/TfQCekqNVlI/AAAAAAAAD_8/iSblfPvVc8M/s320/IMG_5656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617117359497893458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hop, on décolle !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ol4cEi_ek/TfQ3vYJxriI/AAAAAAAAEAE/lkB6zSMauTs/s1600/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ol4cEi_ek/TfQ3vYJxriI/AAAAAAAAEAE/lkB6zSMauTs/s320/IMG_5644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617175922314685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS oui, les photos datent d'avant la coupe de cheveux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, not quite yet, but soon ! We even managed to get seats on the same plane as Tipoulet and P in the end, and for $1500 - prices went down again 2 weeks ago, unbelievable ! They must have had a hard time filling up the A380.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet is obsessed with airplanes right now, he tells anyone who would listen that we'll take one to go to Paris, and he even offered one of his teachers to come with us...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed, a few of his grand-parents very wisely got him airplane toys as birthday presents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here we are, the whole Chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://store.playmobilusa.com/"&gt;Playmobil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (not that well-known in the US, but among our favorite toys when we were kids) family boarding to Paris. From left to right, La poulette, Tipoulet, yours truly and P (represented by a german flight attendant straight out of the '70s figure). We're all seated, and after Papa goes potty, hop, we're taking off !...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS yes, the pictures are from before the haircut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6573652502890508731?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6573652502890508731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-playmobils.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6573652502890508731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6573652502890508731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken-playmobils.html' title='Boarding to Paris'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ4xNVEpNzc/TfP9UhRFP0I/AAAAAAAAD_s/EvNXJseZh6k/s72-c/IMG_5623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8649426678555165531</id><published>2011-06-11T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:57:54.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip it !</title><content type='html'>Vous avez remarqué, Tipoulet est allé chez le coiffeur ? Et en plus d'être beau, il a eu une "bleue sucette"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPrj_yoXBU/TfRVQDOizfI/AAAAAAAAEAM/xqaX535DjZA/s1600/IMG_5885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPrj_yoXBU/TfRVQDOizfI/AAAAAAAAEAM/xqaX535DjZA/s320/IMG_5885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617208369470426610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Did you notice, Tipoulet just got a haircut ? And in addition to looking handsome, he got a "bleue lollipop"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8649426678555165531?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8649426678555165531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/snip-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8649426678555165531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8649426678555165531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/snip-it.html' title='Snip it !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPrj_yoXBU/TfRVQDOizfI/AAAAAAAAEAM/xqaX535DjZA/s72-c/IMG_5885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6980085618022335643</id><published>2011-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:21:39.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The arm junkie</title><content type='html'>Deux jours après sa naissance, j'avais déjà baptisée La Poulette "Miss Bras". Ma mère, commentant qu'il était un peu tôt pour le dire et pensant qu'on allait du coup "mal l'habituer", a pu constater le fait par elle-même quand elle est arrivée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSJKtrLdvBc/TfPzZuQ360I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/RWBuzn1-CT4/s1600/IMG_4322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSJKtrLdvBc/TfPzZuQ360I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/RWBuzn1-CT4/s320/IMG_4322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617100783502224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIhYGotUF2I/TfPzaLZCEFI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/zBX-RbmQlHA/s1600/IMG_4358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIhYGotUF2I/TfPzaLZCEFI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/zBX-RbmQlHA/s320/IMG_4358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617100791321071698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette petite ne veut juste pas être posée dans son lit. Ou sur le nôtre. Ou n'importe où...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'endort sans aucun problème dans les bras, mais se réveille dans les 5 minutes quand on la pose. Puis se rendort immédiatement si on la récupère...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seule position qui fasse illusion, c'est sur un coussin, ça doit ressembler à une épaule, allez savoir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1w5c1Kblks/TfP03aYR0aI/AAAAAAAAD_k/wBloQtEEq8o/s1600/20110603-IMG_5587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1w5c1Kblks/TfP03aYR0aI/AAAAAAAAD_k/wBloQtEEq8o/s320/20110603-IMG_5587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617102393072275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voGpnxCl1pI/TfPxNzl0fQI/AAAAAAAAD_A/Zg7MvL2XDiY/s1600/20110603-IMG_5597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voGpnxCl1pI/TfPxNzl0fQI/AAAAAAAAD_A/Zg7MvL2XDiY/s320/20110603-IMG_5597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617098379750571266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heureusement, la nuit, c'est une toute autre histoire, elle s'endort super facilement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est drôle comme même tout petit comme ça, chaque enfant a déjà sa personnalité... Tipoulet a toujours préféré dormir dans son lit que dans nos bras, mais pour l'endormir, par contre, on a usé le plancher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two days after she was born, I was already calling La Poulette "Miss Arms". My mom, commenting that it was a bit early to tell and that we were going to "spoil her", saw it for herself when she cam to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This little one just doesn't want to be put down in her crib. Or on our bed. Or anywhere, for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She'll fall asleep very easily in our arms, but will wake up within 5 minutes if we lay her down. And then will fall back asleep immediately when we take her back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only position that tricks her is on a pillow, it must feel like a shoulder, who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortunately, at night, it's an entirely different story, she falls asleep like a charm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how even this small, each child already has a mind of its own... Tipoulet always liked to sleep in his bed better than in our arms, but we wore out the hardwood floors trying to put him to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6980085618022335643?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6980085618022335643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/arm-junkie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6980085618022335643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6980085618022335643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/arm-junkie.html' title='The arm junkie'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSJKtrLdvBc/TfPzZuQ360I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/RWBuzn1-CT4/s72-c/IMG_4322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-7047732084165699254</id><published>2011-06-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:53:52.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet time</title><content type='html'>Comment faire pour avoir un moment de calme avec un nouveau-né et un garçon de 3 ans ? C'est très simple, vous collez le grand devant l'ordinateur avec Go Diego, qui remue la petite dans le transat* à côté... Tac !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqZpUYX8Omo/TfLiyjvE6GI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/KWduIpAfNy0/s1600/IMG_5765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqZpUYX8Omo/TfLiyjvE6GI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/KWduIpAfNy0/s320/IMG_5765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616801043498461282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpsS3BoD0oY/TfLkEcbdQXI/AAAAAAAAD-g/g8IRtRzvXng/s1600/IMG_5771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpsS3BoD0oY/TfLkEcbdQXI/AAAAAAAAD-g/g8IRtRzvXng/s320/IMG_5771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616802450286395762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cYmlOl4hck/TfLmnh3P8JI/AAAAAAAAD-4/3YCBCmtY7lw/s1600/IMG_5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cYmlOl4hck/TfLmnh3P8JI/AAAAAAAAD-4/3YCBCmtY7lw/s320/IMG_5761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805252063817874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* qui a besoin d'un &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-K2564-Rainforest-Bouncer/dp/B000I2WB6G"&gt;transat-vibrant&lt;/a&gt;, sérieusement ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you get a moment of peace with a newborn and 3-year old boy at home ? Well, very simple in fact, you put the big boy in front of the computer playing Go Diego, while he bounces the little one next to him. Check !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* who needs a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-K2564-Rainforest-Bouncer/dp/B000I2WB6G"&gt;vibrating bouncer &lt;/a&gt;anyway ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-7047732084165699254?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7047732084165699254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/quiet-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7047732084165699254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/7047732084165699254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet time'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqZpUYX8Omo/TfLiyjvE6GI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/KWduIpAfNy0/s72-c/IMG_5765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3839788438501281663</id><published>2011-06-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:14:35.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little hamster</title><content type='html'>La Poulette avait rendez-vous chez la pédiatre hier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilan des courses:&lt;br /&gt;taille: 52 cm, 43e percentile&lt;br /&gt;poids: 3,9 kg, 46e percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBQckQ965o/Te727F8lQtI/AAAAAAAAD-I/1hzP2oALwSE/s1600/IMG_5740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBQckQ965o/Te727F8lQtI/AAAAAAAAD-I/1hzP2oALwSE/s320/IMG_5740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615697280446579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deux jours après sa naissance, elle pesait 2,8 kg (11e percentile). En même temps, c'est open bar depuis 3 semaines, puisque La Poulette a faim quand elle se réveille (normal) et aime s'endormir en tétant aussi... Comme elle passe la plupart de son temps à se réveiller et à s'endormir, forcément, ça fait des calories qui rentrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, on continue le parallèle photo avec son grand frère:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZJf_Bdk_CE/Te6t1BJf6XI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/2qFXOXm6mSA/s1600/3weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZJf_Bdk_CE/Te6t1BJf6XI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/2qFXOXm6mSA/s320/3weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615616911730534770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À gauche, Tipoulet, et à droite, La Poulette, tous les deux à 3 semaines -&lt;br /&gt;Left, Tipoulet, and right, La Poulette, both of them at 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a un air de famille, c'est sûr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamina a aussi retrouvé des photos de moi bébé, et elle a l'air de tenir plutôt de mon côté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Beg2H2K8c0M/Te65pszDBiI/AAAAAAAAD9g/JsXFJe8oiJ8/s1600/G%25C3%25A9raldine%2Bnaissance%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Beg2H2K8c0M/Te65pszDBiI/AAAAAAAAD9g/JsXFJe8oiJ8/s320/G%25C3%25A9raldine%2Bnaissance%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615629911428630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À la naissance - At birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLjZLyaIp-A/Te65qOuphQI/AAAAAAAAD9o/hRPwboCYXnw/s1600/Scan%2B111560004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLjZLyaIp-A/Te65qOuphQI/AAAAAAAAD9o/hRPwboCYXnw/s320/Scan%2B111560004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615629920536986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dans les bras de ma tante (mon cousin A est dans ceux de ma maman) - In my aunt's arms (cousin A is in my mom's arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a en tout cas hérité de mes longs orteils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUTMhTeH9uM/Te677t3mhZI/AAAAAAAAD9w/nW6eSv83QXQ/s1600/IMG_5680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUTMhTeH9uM/Te677t3mhZI/AAAAAAAAD9w/nW6eSv83QXQ/s320/IMG_5680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615632419977069970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8-4My9rr5o/Te677wiCpmI/AAAAAAAAD94/Hf5PNzXeyu4/s1600/IMG_5690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8-4My9rr5o/Te677wiCpmI/AAAAAAAAD94/Hf5PNzXeyu4/s320/IMG_5690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615632420691945058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, on dirait qu'elle aura les yeux bleux, comme son papa et son grand frère...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette had an appointment with the pediatrician yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;height: 20.5 in, 43rd percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weight: 8 lb 10 oz, 46th percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two days after birth, she was 6 lb 4 oz (11th percentile). But again, it's been pretty much open bar for the last 3 weeks, since La Poulette is hungry when she wakes up (of course) and likes to nurse to sleep as well... Since she spends most of her time waking up and falling asleep, of course, we're talking about a lot of calories going in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, let's continue with the photo parallel with her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a family resemblance, for sure... Mamina also found some pictures of me as a baby, and she seems to take after my side. At least there's no doubt she inherited my long toes... But it looks like she'll have blue eyes, like her dad and big brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3839788438501281663?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3839788438501281663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3839788438501281663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3839788438501281663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-hamster.html' title='My little hamster'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBQckQ965o/Te727F8lQtI/AAAAAAAAD-I/1hzP2oALwSE/s72-c/IMG_5740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-6571093724285720373</id><published>2011-06-04T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:26:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the frog</title><content type='html'>Bon ben voilà, on a remis Mamina dans l'avion (pas de chance, l'A380 ne commence la liaison Paris-San Francisco que lundi). Comme d'hab' depuis quelques années, elle a eu un temps pourri pendant son séjour, à croire qu'on le fait exprès. Cette fois-ci, ça a été du grand n'importe quoi. &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/06/04/BA1I1JPBLO.DTL"&gt;Ce week-end&lt;/a&gt;, baroud d'honneur pour son départ, nous allons sans doute pulvériser le record (datant de 1967) de précipitations pour un mois de juin. On pourrait même battre celui de 1884, c'est vous dire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coïncidence, sur mon chemin de retour de l'aéroport, NPR diffusait une émission sur la canicule de 2003 à Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There we are, we put Mamina back on a plane to Paris (bad luck, the A380 only starts flying the Paris-San Francisco route on Monday). As usual since a couple of years, she's had terrible weather during her stay, it's almost as if we'd planned it on purpose. This time, it's been completely ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/06/04/BA1I1JPBLO.DTL"&gt;This week-end&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, as if for a going away present, we'll almost certainly set a new precipitation record (the previous one was from 1967) for the month of June. We might even beat the all-time record from 1884...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coincidence, on my ride back from the airport, I was listening to a show about the 2003 heat-wave in Paris on NPR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-6571093724285720373?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6571093724285720373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/return-of-frog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6571093724285720373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/6571093724285720373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/return-of-frog.html' title='Return of the frog'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2128850983202532612</id><published>2011-06-03T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:12:07.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me clarify</title><content type='html'>En fait, c'est pas que j'aime pas le rose. C'est que j'aime le *joli* rose. Et qu'ici - en France aussi, peut-être? je vous dirai ça en juillet - on voit beaucoup de rose *affreux*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemple ci-dessous, photographié au genre de Monoprix local (Target), hier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igbOqBiPjOc/TelpUmg2kxI/AAAAAAAAD8U/20tlsl2BuvA/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igbOqBiPjOc/TelpUmg2kxI/AAAAAAAAD8U/20tlsl2BuvA/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614134213150675730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nwQBgjNJyM/TelpUL95BnI/AAAAAAAAD8M/lDXNZbd6Wm4/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nwQBgjNJyM/TelpUL95BnI/AAAAAAAAD8M/lDXNZbd6Wm4/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614134206024713842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFnSmu-vkFg/TeluBnuVD1I/AAAAAAAAD8o/9gElOYXuiAg/s1600/DSCN5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFnSmu-vkFg/TeluBnuVD1I/AAAAAAAAD8o/9gElOYXuiAg/s320/DSCN5533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614139384616259410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et à propos de joli rose, regardez ce qui couvre le campus en ce moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmEX-_q4b98/TelsovW6onI/AAAAAAAAD8k/pvs2gWcgPKc/s1600/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmEX-_q4b98/TelsovW6onI/AAAAAAAAD8k/pvs2gWcgPKc/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614137857657184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSQhdZ5atyk/Telsnz37liI/AAAAAAAAD8c/zxKdn8BoYvc/s1600/IMG_4466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSQhdZ5atyk/Telsnz37liI/AAAAAAAAD8c/zxKdn8BoYvc/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614137841689531938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les coquelicots ! Ils sont un peu en retard cette année, sans doute la faute à la pluie abondante et tardive... Je n'arrive même pas à choisir entre la photo surexposée et la normale, tellement c'est beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact it's not that I don't like pink. I like *pretty* pink. And here - maybe in France as well ? I'll let you know in July - there is a lot of *ugly* pink everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For instance, see here, as photographed at Target (our local version of the french Monoprix, sort of) yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And since we're talking about pretty pink, look at what's covering the campus these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poppies !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're a little late this year, probably due to the lots of rain we've had later than usual. It's so pretty I can't even choose between the overexposed picture and the normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2128850983202532612?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2128850983202532612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-clarify.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2128850983202532612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2128850983202532612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-clarify.html' title='Let me clarify'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igbOqBiPjOc/TelpUmg2kxI/AAAAAAAAD8U/20tlsl2BuvA/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-8124882442780191698</id><published>2011-06-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:28:15.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said I didn't like pink ?</title><content type='html'>Elle est pas mignonne dans son "petit tailleur Chanel" ?&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-it-is.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeKrbdVIXBM/Teh2yjsSpwI/AAAAAAAAD7o/1OS29tPkFy8/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeKrbdVIXBM/Teh2yjsSpwI/AAAAAAAAD7o/1OS29tPkFy8/s320/IMG_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867546463872770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMxXYeiw6Zw/Tekneh4qdJI/AAAAAAAAD8E/TJsGApNBMyQ/s1600/20110602-IMG_4372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMxXYeiw6Zw/Tekneh4qdJI/AAAAAAAAD8E/TJsGApNBMyQ/s320/20110602-IMG_4372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614061815939626130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqfEx4C3y-w/Teh3oj0qmuI/AAAAAAAAD78/mRr6In8eyrw/s1600/IMG_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqfEx4C3y-w/Teh3oj0qmuI/AAAAAAAAD78/mRr6In8eyrw/s320/IMG_4384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613868474211932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-it-is.html"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt; a dit que je n'aimais pas le rose ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't she cute in her "little Chanel suit" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-it-is.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-it-is.html"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; said I didn't like pink ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-8124882442780191698?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8124882442780191698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-said-i-didnt-like-pink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8124882442780191698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/8124882442780191698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-said-i-didnt-like-pink.html' title='Who said I didn&apos;t like pink ?'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeKrbdVIXBM/Teh2yjsSpwI/AAAAAAAAD7o/1OS29tPkFy8/s72-c/IMG_4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2746180337386255787</id><published>2011-05-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:48:29.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame the baby</title><content type='html'>Car non, l'absence d'activité récente sur ce blog n'est pas dûe à l'arrivée de La Poulette. L'ordinateur de P a des petits soucis (chacun son tour), du coup, il l'a envoyé en réparation et m'a piqué le mien, avec toutes les photos dessus. Heureusement qu'il m'avait offert un iPad pour la Fête des Mères quelques jours avant. Moi, je dis, il est fort, mon P.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bref, revenons à nos poulets, contre toute attente, on n'est pas complètement décalqué. La Poulette est plutôt sur un rythme de repas toutes les 4-5 heures, ce que plusieurs jeunes mamans parmi mes amies envieraient. Et à cet âge, les bébés, c'est quand même facile à trimballer partout. Alors, on en profite, parce qu'avoir un loulou de 3 ans à la maison, ça force à continuer à faire des trucs de toute manière.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Poulette nous a donc accompagnés au parc plusieurs fois, dont au &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-end-outdoors.html"&gt;Bol Park&lt;/a&gt;, celui avec les ânes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbuXgijDnY/TeK_fdWVRNI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/INh9Legu8JI/s1600/IMG_3745.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbuXgijDnY/TeK_fdWVRNI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/INh9Legu8JI/s320/IMG_3745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612258632832206034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIf0ikY43Ow/TeK_ftusVXI/AAAAAAAAD5g/gtXN0tdjhCY/s1600/IMG_3750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIf0ikY43Ow/TeK_ftusVXI/AAAAAAAAD5g/gtXN0tdjhCY/s320/IMG_3750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612258637229348210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIf0ikY43Ow/TeK_ftusVXI/AAAAAAAAD5g/gtXN0tdjhCY/s1600/IMG_3750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjv4jRLaeo/TeLAbQo057I/AAAAAAAAD5o/mQhD7wjHe8E/s1600/IMG_3775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjv4jRLaeo/TeLAbQo057I/AAAAAAAAD5o/mQhD7wjHe8E/s320/IMG_3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612259660212266930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7hDc4tats/TeLBPPHJ-II/AAAAAAAAD5w/iugfuBXMWp4/s1600/IMG_3799.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7hDc4tats/TeLBPPHJ-II/AAAAAAAAD5w/iugfuBXMWp4/s320/IMG_3799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612260553155803266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkHS9ec1iLo/TeLBPSHLfvI/AAAAAAAAD54/2RB8hN_adSA/s1600/IMG_3816.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkHS9ec1iLo/TeLBPSHLfvI/AAAAAAAAD54/2RB8hN_adSA/s320/IMG_3816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612260553961209586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manger des burgers (pour nous) et des frites (pour Tipoulet) au &lt;a href="http://www.thecounterburger.com/"&gt;Counter&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QQAtlOXW_4/TeLDJL1-vGI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/_hrK_AGAEzY/s1600/IMG_4060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QQAtlOXW_4/TeLDJL1-vGI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/_hrK_AGAEzY/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612262648222497890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyp-nGnSWAs/TeLCm1uAxwI/AAAAAAAAD6I/ELtbxdOcrfI/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyp-nGnSWAs/TeLCm1uAxwI/AAAAAAAAD6I/ELtbxdOcrfI/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612262058167944962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa5bWZe6L-c/TeLCmhp4fLI/AAAAAAAAD6A/-KLJKrptiNk/s1600/IMG_4045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa5bWZe6L-c/TeLCmhp4fLI/AAAAAAAAD6A/-KLJKrptiNk/s320/IMG_4045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612262052781915314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et au &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-at-zoo.html"&gt;zoo de San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;, pour le pélerinage avec Mamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17mRTlsFP6w/TeLFwdjRwfI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/Jk_KyEdCeps/s1600/IMG_4090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17mRTlsFP6w/TeLFwdjRwfI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/Jk_KyEdCeps/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612265522014044658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTwd3ySNzZ0/TeLFw4R_FcI/AAAAAAAAD6g/S0R76pQTWdU/s1600/IMG_4093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTwd3ySNzZ0/TeLFw4R_FcI/AAAAAAAAD6g/S0R76pQTWdU/s320/IMG_4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612265529189275074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BksqM4MaATY/TeLHkoPk1ZI/AAAAAAAAD6o/YI8v3B99DXk/s1600/IMG_4100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BksqM4MaATY/TeLHkoPk1ZI/AAAAAAAAD6o/YI8v3B99DXk/s320/IMG_4100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612267517749024146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ1NixDFZCc/TeLI7S0UKFI/AAAAAAAAD6w/_gfQ0jb_3cg/s1600/IMG_4103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ1NixDFZCc/TeLI7S0UKFI/AAAAAAAAD6w/_gfQ0jb_3cg/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612269006646159442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGJaYf9ZIa0/TeLI77bw81I/AAAAAAAAD64/LvQtJpSgsi8/s1600/IMG_4109.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGJaYf9ZIa0/TeLI77bw81I/AAAAAAAAD64/LvQtJpSgsi8/s320/IMG_4109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612269017549042514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEuSDJvLo4E/TeLKWSHaRoI/AAAAAAAAD7A/Nvuv6O2CaJk/s1600/IMG_4228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEuSDJvLo4E/TeLKWSHaRoI/AAAAAAAAD7A/Nvuv6O2CaJk/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612270569825912450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtIGhKPTIeQ/TeMhiAI9fbI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/qfBhqE-oszw/s1600/IMG_4245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtIGhKPTIeQ/TeMhiAI9fbI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/qfBhqE-oszw/s320/IMG_4245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612366428670623154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et pendant tout ce temps, elle dormait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO6RNoPoG88/TeLTjknLexI/AAAAAAAAD7I/Vg_eJn1ijcQ/s1600/IMG_4185.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO6RNoPoG88/TeLTjknLexI/AAAAAAAAD7I/Vg_eJn1ijcQ/s320/IMG_4185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612280693733948178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because indeed the lack of recent activity on this blog has nothing to do with La Poulette's arrival. P's laptop is having some issues (it looks like we're taking turns), so he sent it out for repairs and borrowed mine, with the pictures on it. Fortunately he had gotten me an iPad for Mother's Day a few days before. He's a really good guy, my P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So back to our chickens, against all odds, we are not completely out of it yet. La Poulette is on a 4-5 hours feeding schedule, which would make many young moms among my friends jealous. And at this age babies are still easy to carry around everywhere. So we're taking advantage of it as much as we can, because with a 3-year old at home, we need to continue doing stuff anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La Poulette has come along with us to the park several times, including the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-end-outdoors.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bol Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, the one with the donkeys;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to eat burgers (for us) and fries (for Tipoulet) at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecounterburger.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-at-zoo.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;San Francisco Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for Mamina's annual pilgrimage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And throughout all of this, she was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2746180337386255787?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2746180337386255787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-blame-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2746180337386255787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2746180337386255787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-blame-baby.html' title='Don&apos;t blame the baby'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbuXgijDnY/TeK_fdWVRNI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/INh9Legu8JI/s72-c/IMG_3745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-557027552482105334</id><published>2011-05-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:45:12.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness overload !</title><content type='html'>Bon, je sais que c'est la mienne, mais quand même... Elle est pas super mimi, sérieusement ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4_j-fQaF2o/Tds0tfhuluI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vTaMI5PcYgg/s1600/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4_j-fQaF2o/Tds0tfhuluI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vTaMI5PcYgg/s320/IMG_3951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610135716981806818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub1BsZo12Y0/Tdsxy9E9lRI/AAAAAAAAD5I/uAABYav-HIg/s1600/IMG_3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub1BsZo12Y0/Tdsxy9E9lRI/AAAAAAAAD5I/uAABYav-HIg/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610132512278680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, I know she's mine... But isn't she super cute, seriously ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-557027552482105334?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/557027552482105334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuteness-overload.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/557027552482105334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/557027552482105334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuteness-overload.html' title='Cuteness overload !'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4_j-fQaF2o/Tds0tfhuluI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vTaMI5PcYgg/s72-c/IMG_3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3005609160688289078</id><published>2011-05-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:49:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3-day-olds</title><content type='html'>Une photo de Tipoulet, prise il y a 3 ans déjà, et une de La Poulette hier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hch1KZgfL7k/TdSgLyoR9YI/AAAAAAAAD4k/5pdHy-Z4GQ0/s1600/N%2526C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hch1KZgfL7k/TdSgLyoR9YI/AAAAAAAAD4k/5pdHy-Z4GQ0/s320/N%2526C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608283560412837250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes deux bébés de 3 jours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture of Tipoulet taken three years ago already, and one of La Poulette, from yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My two 3-day-old babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3005609160688289078?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3005609160688289078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-day-olds.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3005609160688289078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3005609160688289078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-day-olds.html' title='My 3-day-olds'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hch1KZgfL7k/TdSgLyoR9YI/AAAAAAAAD4k/5pdHy-Z4GQ0/s72-c/N%2526C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-4170274489433883891</id><published>2011-05-17T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:54:22.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Third Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>Aujourd'hui, Tipoulet a trois ans ! Il a voulu un gâteau au chocolat, parce que "moi, j'aime pas trop bien les autres gâteaux, Maman... ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91z787I1Cx4/TdNaFipiCXI/AAAAAAAAD4E/GYgXrBdnRjQ/s1600/3birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91z787I1Cx4/TdNaFipiCXI/AAAAAAAAD4E/GYgXrBdnRjQ/s320/3birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607925012253247858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon anniversaire, mon ange !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipoulet is turning 3 today !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanted a chocolate cake because, "I don't really like the other cakes too much, Mommy..."&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my angel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-4170274489433883891?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4170274489433883891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-third-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4170274489433883891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/4170274489433883891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-third-birthday.html' title='Happy Third Birthday !!'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91z787I1Cx4/TdNaFipiCXI/AAAAAAAAD4E/GYgXrBdnRjQ/s72-c/3birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3071355182798580762</id><published>2011-05-15T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:03:39.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatchling</title><content type='html'>La Poulette a finalement fait son entrée (ou sa sortie) hier matin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3r1Jfz3-Yk/TdCwgJBansI/AAAAAAAAD3k/EW7RueKCbDQ/s1600/IMG_3439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3r1Jfz3-Yk/TdCwgJBansI/AAAAAAAAD3k/EW7RueKCbDQ/s320/IMG_3439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607175602300427970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_u23igZSYN4/TdCwgZNGS4I/AAAAAAAAD3s/5NBizih5RI8/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_u23igZSYN4/TdCwgZNGS4I/AAAAAAAAD3s/5NBizih5RI8/s320/IMG_3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607175606644394882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle est toute petite, très belle, et bien arrivée à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnv0lgDqWVc/TdCufF2Q_1I/AAAAAAAAD3c/x9_ru-dMDUg/s1600/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnv0lgDqWVc/TdCufF2Q_1I/AAAAAAAAD3c/x9_ru-dMDUg/s320/IMG_3459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607173385245228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2kg900, 50 cm - 6lbs8oz, 19.5in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poulette finally made her entrance (or her exit) yesterday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's really small, beautiful, and at home already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3071355182798580762?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3071355182798580762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/hatchling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3071355182798580762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3071355182798580762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/hatchling.html' title='Hatchling'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3r1Jfz3-Yk/TdCwgJBansI/AAAAAAAAD3k/EW7RueKCbDQ/s72-c/IMG_3439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-3659533088782207154</id><published>2011-05-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:32:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And... still nothing!</title><content type='html'>Bon, décidément, &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/switching-to-alert-mode.html"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt; voulait vraiment rien dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous en sommes donc à 2,5 cm, ce qui veut dire qu'elle ne risque pas de tomber sur le trottoir aujourd'hui, on est tranquille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right, so clearly, &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/switching-to-alert-mode.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; didn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we're at 2.5 cm now, meaning she is not going to drop on the sidewalk today, which is good, I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-3659533088782207154?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3659533088782207154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-still-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3659533088782207154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/3659533088782207154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-still-nothing.html' title='And... still nothing!'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1523626226073754994</id><published>2011-05-09T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:53:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><content type='html'>Bon, je n'ai toujours pas pondu... ce qui a pour avantage de me laisser du temps pour faire d'autres choses. Par exemple, ce week-end, on a fait un essai de confection de cupcakes dans l'optique d'en amener au daycare pour l'anniversaire de Tipoulet la semaine prochaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1unGp5Stl4/TcjBDWjWMwI/AAAAAAAAD2s/MRqTECNSMbM/s1600/IMG_3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1unGp5Stl4/TcjBDWjWMwI/AAAAAAAAD2s/MRqTECNSMbM/s320/IMG_3356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604941999600186114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coccinelles sur l'herbe - Ladybugs in the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlAepC6r6c8/TcjStkbjgGI/AAAAAAAAD28/DkqjFSyBZng/s1600/IMG_3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlAepC6r6c8/TcjStkbjgGI/AAAAAAAAD28/DkqjFSyBZng/s320/IMG_3362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604961416577777762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poissons (faits par Tipoulet) dans la mer - Fish (made by Tipoulet) in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas encore optimal, mais au moins, Tipoulet et moi, on s'est bien amusé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;So, I still haven't laid... which has the advantage of giving me time to do other things. For example, we practiced making some cupcakes last week-end with the plan of bringing some to the daycare next week for Tipoulet's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still not perfect, but at least, Tipoulet and I had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1523626226073754994?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1523626226073754994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/killing-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1523626226073754994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1523626226073754994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1unGp5Stl4/TcjBDWjWMwI/AAAAAAAAD2s/MRqTECNSMbM/s72-c/IMG_3356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-2786836329861725589</id><published>2011-05-05T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:06:37.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to pop</title><content type='html'>Alors:&lt;br /&gt;- on a choisi ton prénom;&lt;br /&gt;- on a reçu les deux pyjamas de fille qu'on avait commandés;&lt;br /&gt;- j'ai présenté ma réunion de labo;&lt;br /&gt;- le téléphone portable de P remarche;&lt;br /&gt;- on a fait le sac pour l'hôpital;&lt;br /&gt;- on a amené les snacks au daycare ce matin et fait la coop pour la semaine;&lt;br /&gt;- j'ai commandé un nouveau jean dans ma vraie taille d'avant;&lt;br /&gt;- on est débarrassé de Ben Laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est bon, petite Poulette, tu peux sortir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;- we chose your name;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- we received the two girl pyjamas we ordered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I gave my lab meeting presentation;&lt;br /&gt;- P's cell phone is working again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- our bag for the hospital is ready;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- we brought the snacks to daycare and did our coop for the week;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I ordered a new pair of jeans in my real size from before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- we got rid of Bin Laden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's ok, little Poulette, you can come out now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-2786836329861725589?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2786836329861725589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/ready-to-pop.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2786836329861725589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/2786836329861725589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/ready-to-pop.html' title='Ready to pop'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1479379739976559989</id><published>2011-05-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:11:44.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The flight gamble</title><content type='html'>Quelqu'un comprend quelque chose au prix des billets d'avion ? Non, parce que ça fait environ 4 semaines que je regarde, en me disant que ce serait bien qu'on réserve pour rentrer en France cet été, histoire de voir la nouvelle cousine de Tipoulet et tout le reste de la famille...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'opération était un peu compliquée du fait que P ou moi devons attendre la naissance de La Poulette pour booker un des tickets (pas moyen de la rajouter après coup, apparemment). Mais bon, en voyant les prix augmenter régulièrement, j'avais fini par conclure que P et Tipoulet prendraient leurs billets d'abord (P doit être en France à des dates précises pour des réunions et un congrès), et que je prendrais le mien après l'arrivée de La Poulette, en utilisant si possible des miles en voie d'expiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je guettais donc. Il y a un mois, le direct pour Paris était aux alentours de $1700. Récemment, ça tournait plus à $1850. Un peu dissuasif. Et vendredi, soudainement, c'est redescendu à $1760. Branle-bas de combat, sauf qu'on n'avait pas le numéro de carte bleue qu'on voulait utiliser (vu le taux de change de l'euro)... Bref, une bourde en entraînant une autre, on avait toujours pas réservé dimanche soir... quand les billets étaient finalement revenus à $1850! Inutile de dire que j'étais un petit peu énervée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ce matin, à 5h30, alors qu'on était réveillé, et que je lisais mes emails*, que vois-je ? Une alerte de Kayak avec le vol Air France direct à $1675. Autant dire que là, on s'est pas trop posé de questions... Et on a bien fait, parce que 6 heures plus tard, quand j'ai regardé, c'était à nouveau revenu à $1810. C'est quand même assez dingue qu'on ait l'impression d'avoir fait une affaire à ce prix-là, mais passons. Donc voilà, Tipoulet et P débarquent à Paris fin juin pour 3 semaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon, certes, il y a peu de chance qu'on soit tous dans le même avion. Mais ça pourrait nous "économiser" plusieurs centaines de dollars ... Et puis, bientôt, j'aurai que ça à faire, de surveiller le prix des billets d'avion à 5h du matin**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bah oui, iPhone à côté du lit pour surveiller les contractions au cas où... quand il y a pas de contractions, je lis mes emails...&lt;br /&gt;** 2 cm. Ça avance, donc. En tout cas, ça recule pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone understands anything about the price of flight tickets? Because I've been looking for about 4 weeks now, thinking that it would be nice to book tickets to go back to France this summer, just to see Tipoulet's new cousin and the rest of the family ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole thing was somewhat complicated by the fact that P or I have to wait for the birth of La Poulette to book a ticket (we can't add her afterward, apparently). But as prices regularly increased, I finally decided that P and Tipoulet should book their tickets first (P must be in France on specific dates for meetings and a conference), and I'd take mine after the arrival of La Poulette, hopefully using miles nearing expiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I kept watching. A month ago, the direct flight to Paris was at $1,700. Recently, it was up to $1,850. A little steep. And on Friday, suddenly, it dropped down to $1,760. We got all excited but we didn't have the credit card number we wanted to use (given the exchange rate of the euro) ... In short, a delay led to another, and we had still not booked on Sunday night ... at which point the tickets were back to $1,850! Needless to say I was a little upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this morning at 5:30AM, as we were awake, and I was checking my emails*, what do I see ? An alert from Kayak with the Air France direct flight at $1,675. This time, we didn't think twice... And we were right, because 6 hours later, when I looked again, it had gone back to $1,810. It's still pretty crazy that we feel like it was a great deal at this price, but nevermind. So it's done, Tipoulet and P will arrive in Paris in late June for three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, sure, there is little chance that we'll all be on the same plane. But that could "save" us several hundreds of dollars ... And soon I will have nothing else to do, than to monitor the price of tickets at 5am**.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Yup, the iPhone is sitting next to the bed to monitor contractions just in case ... but when there are no contractions, I read my emails ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** 2 cm. We're getting closer, I guess. At least, we're not getting further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1479379739976559989?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1479379739976559989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/flight-gamble.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1479379739976559989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594223512912/posts/default/1479379739976559989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/flight-gamble.html' title='The flight gamble'/><author><name>MamaChick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438713075858966227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427744594223512912.post-1792885766084297444</id><published>2011-05-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:49:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least it's free</title><content type='html'>Je me demande si le New York Times ne veut pas que je resilie mon abonnement &lt;a href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/smart-reader.html"&gt;gratuit&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la page d'accueil aujourd'hui, et avec une grosse photo, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/01/magazine/mag-01LePen-t.html?hp"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt;. Et en haut de la liste des articles qui me sont recommandés, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/01/weekinreview/01kolata.html?src=rechp"&gt;ça&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils me cherchent ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if the NYT is not trying to make me cancel my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/smart-reader.html"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suscription...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On their homepage today, and with a big picture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/01/magazine/mag-01LePen-t.html?hp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. And at the top of the recommended articles for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/01/weekinreview/01kolata.html?src=rechp"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427744594223512912-1792885766084297444?l=californianchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1792885766084297444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://californianchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/unhappy-reader.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427744594
