After our eventful day in Chamonix yesterday, it was time for some relaxation and fun in the sun. We went to a beach on Lake Annecy, rented lounge chairs and enjoyed the turquoise water, mostly from the sand. The water was cold – 21°C (69.8°F) alpine cold. But how can one resist the temptation of swimming in such an idyllic setting, no matter the temperature?
A rare photo of Papa and his first-born, Chloe. I’d like to think they shared a father-daughter bonding marathon during the creation of Chloe’s science project (more on that in the next couple of days). He’s all about the engineering and science, and I’m sure as hell not. Yes, the project almost sent him to the loony bin, but that was his fault, not hers (again, more on that soon).
They’ve also bonded over things like laughing hysterically over bodily noises, bad jokes and the shape of their noses; watching “Fringe” and silly shows like “Sponge Bob,” “iCarly” and other Nickelodeon juvenile nonsense; playing board games (which we know Papa does out of pure love for Chloe because he’s really not a fan of board games, except for Risk, which he does like); the stupid “Cool Facts” iPhone app; and planting corn in the backyard (which yielded one minuscule inedible ear).
I love my family!
Yes, the early-90s classic. Watching it with my girl, Chloe. And it’s still funny. Very funny. I love Bill Murray. Chloe thinks that Bill Murray’s character is like “Squidward” in Sponge Bob because he’s “unhappy and stuff.” “He’s so arrogant!” Chloe just remarked. She’s very observant.
It’s so much fun to watch normal (i.e., movies that have not been made with little people in mind) movies with my big girl. I’ll have to check out Netflix for our next mother/daughter bonding movie. I think it’s going to be “The Secret of Kells.”
Sponge Bob is the cure for all ills. Chloe and Sophie love Sponge Bob. They’re watching “Sponge Bob” right now, as a matter of fact. Why are they watching “Sponge Bob” at 8:45 pm?
Sophie loves “Sponge Bob Squarepants.” This is her ode to him (it’s fairly nonsensical, in a 5-year old “Jabberwocky” kind of way: