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la_rainette) wrote2005-03-18 06:02 pm
la_rainette) wrote2005-03-18 06:02 pm
Marine Mammals.
The visit to the zoo went well. We were meeting a group of friends from Froglet's school, and little Lucca, 4, took possession of Froglet's hand and yelled at her whenever she let go of his ("Hey! Hold my hand!")
We were all discussing the fur seals, and whether we should go over there and meet the keeper, when all of a sudden Caroline's dad suddently said: "I think we should refer to them as 'Marine Mammals'" We looked at him in confusion and he discreetly pointed out a group of confused-looking, shocked English speakers who were obviously incensed by our discussion, especially in the presence of children.
We were speaking in French, see, and the generic French word for seal is "Phoque" - and now I can picture Fox facepalming, because she knows how it is pronounced. Cos even though that word looks deceptively harmless, it is pronounced just like fuck, only with a French accent. :D No wonder our English-speaking friends were somewhat discombobulated by our casual use of that word in our conversation.
In other news, no one has guessed what Husband's new toy is. OK, the answer is right here.
Now, to get the whole story, one needs to go back in time a little. Last year, Froglet started skating classes with her friends (the same ones we went to the zoo with today, actually), and she's had a blast so far. Two months ago, they asked us whether we wanted our children to be in the show this year; we looked at each other in the timeless "I'm game if you are" way of parents, and we all agreed to go together. Then the kids got their measurements taken for their costumes in the Las Vegas show (I am not kidding). Froglet and the other girls are tigers, the boys are Elvis Presleys. A whole bunch of Elvises on Ice (Oh dear please do not let them sing!)
The costumes arrived two weeks ago. In plastic bags.
With assembling instructions.
OMG, I thought, I can't sew! I bloody can't sew! So I brought the whole thing over to Husband. He had a look, pondered for a while, frowned a little, grumbled and brooded, and generally thought things over.
And the next week, he bought himself a sewing-machine. When he proudly brought it home and I pointed out that we didn't need to buy a sewing-machine for one costume, he said, "What about our many windows? I will sew CURTAINS! CUSTOM CURTAINS!" And I had to concede that he had a point.
Now, this is a man who cannot pick clothes to dress his kids in the morning, or remember to comb their hair before sending them to school. He has no natural talent as a designer, and haute-couture is most definitely not his destiny. But he's been sewing up a storm. The first day, he made Froglet's costume; the second day, he unmade the skirt of her costume, that he had sewn in absentia (once Froglet was in bed sound asleep), and he had underestimated the slimness of her waist (the skirt stayed up 5 seconds, then slid down to her ankles. You do not want that to happen on the ice. Yes, they did take her measurements, but with her clothes on *shrugs*). So he corrected the skirt's waistline, and then he started on the curtains. And I have to say, He's doing a great job. I also think that he's having a lot of fun.
You know, I love that he feels absolutely no need to be cool, and that he can be so unpredictably gifted for the most unexpected things. He's a fun person to live with, that husband of mine. Also, he SEWS. I am so getting a brand-new, custom-made dress this summer *rubs hands*
I love this man. Even if he doesn't buy me any diamonds. :D
We were all discussing the fur seals, and whether we should go over there and meet the keeper, when all of a sudden Caroline's dad suddently said: "I think we should refer to them as 'Marine Mammals'" We looked at him in confusion and he discreetly pointed out a group of confused-looking, shocked English speakers who were obviously incensed by our discussion, especially in the presence of children.
We were speaking in French, see, and the generic French word for seal is "Phoque" - and now I can picture Fox facepalming, because she knows how it is pronounced. Cos even though that word looks deceptively harmless, it is pronounced just like fuck, only with a French accent. :D No wonder our English-speaking friends were somewhat discombobulated by our casual use of that word in our conversation.
In other news, no one has guessed what Husband's new toy is. OK, the answer is right here.
Now, to get the whole story, one needs to go back in time a little. Last year, Froglet started skating classes with her friends (the same ones we went to the zoo with today, actually), and she's had a blast so far. Two months ago, they asked us whether we wanted our children to be in the show this year; we looked at each other in the timeless "I'm game if you are" way of parents, and we all agreed to go together. Then the kids got their measurements taken for their costumes in the Las Vegas show (I am not kidding). Froglet and the other girls are tigers, the boys are Elvis Presleys. A whole bunch of Elvises on Ice (Oh dear please do not let them sing!)
The costumes arrived two weeks ago. In plastic bags.
With assembling instructions.
OMG, I thought, I can't sew! I bloody can't sew! So I brought the whole thing over to Husband. He had a look, pondered for a while, frowned a little, grumbled and brooded, and generally thought things over.
And the next week, he bought himself a sewing-machine. When he proudly brought it home and I pointed out that we didn't need to buy a sewing-machine for one costume, he said, "What about our many windows? I will sew CURTAINS! CUSTOM CURTAINS!" And I had to concede that he had a point.
Now, this is a man who cannot pick clothes to dress his kids in the morning, or remember to comb their hair before sending them to school. He has no natural talent as a designer, and haute-couture is most definitely not his destiny. But he's been sewing up a storm. The first day, he made Froglet's costume; the second day, he unmade the skirt of her costume, that he had sewn in absentia (once Froglet was in bed sound asleep), and he had underestimated the slimness of her waist (the skirt stayed up 5 seconds, then slid down to her ankles. You do not want that to happen on the ice. Yes, they did take her measurements, but with her clothes on *shrugs*). So he corrected the skirt's waistline, and then he started on the curtains. And I have to say, He's doing a great job. I also think that he's having a lot of fun.
You know, I love that he feels absolutely no need to be cool, and that he can be so unpredictably gifted for the most unexpected things. He's a fun person to live with, that husband of mine. Also, he SEWS. I am so getting a brand-new, custom-made dress this summer *rubs hands*
I love this man. Even if he doesn't buy me any diamonds. :D
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Cuuuuute!
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Or is it a moi? I never remember.
:-D Also, your Froglet looks just like Victoire Thivisol, the French cinema star.
*waves*
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Does she? Wow. *is proud mom* She's pretty, my Froglet.
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*steals the sewing machine and runs away*
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The curtains are giving him a hard time, but he's persistant. ;)
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(Oh dear please do not let them sing!)
Yeah, that was just what I thought... :-P
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second: yay for sewing! I'd be quite proud of him. My mom sews costumes and curtains as well... halloween costumes are quite fun to make. err yes! That's excellent though, sewing is a good skill to have XD
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I vote for saying what you want when you want where you want. =D And in whatever language you want. But that's just me.
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I had to concede that he did actually have a point there...
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