Mon petite gourmand

I have some photos to show you, but i left them at home, so you'll have to wait. They're of the little study in our garden and of Izzie wearing a tutu skirt with her hair in bunches (three).

This weekend was a three-dayer and so on Saturday we went with Trinket to the French Market and then mooched around all the little european foodie shops that have popped up all over the city selling gorgeous but extremely expensive tastys.

Bax and Izzie came along and Bax was in heaven. He just loves Trinket and laughs at everything she says and stares at her and walks along beside her clutching her pocket or even more funny the butt of her shorts!

Both kids ate nearly everything given to them: sausage, cracker, odd kinds of juice, cheese, fat sweet little organic bananas, lollipops, chocolates. We sat in a little french cafe and drank baguette and sweet panns and drank coffee (fluffy for bax). Bax is really into his food now - ever since we dropped all milk at bed time (water with a micro-measure of juice only now).

We have taught him to pick up the menu, run his finger down the items slowly and say Mmmmmm in a loud voice.

When he does encounter something he doesn't like he spits it into his hand and gives it to me, whispering as an aside "Rubbish" (as if the waiter has brought to the table something very undesirable).

With his hair now slightly long and feathered carefully over his ears he looks most european and everyone we encounter thinks he's a sweetheart.

Izzie woos everyone with her smiles and her big blue eyes, and now that she has three teeth her grin is even funnier.

They are a real treat to go out with.