Thursday, August 20, 2009

WMD


do not be deceived the look of sweet innocence!
previously referred to as "pod" (prince of darkness) by his uncle mark, stellan has acquired a new nickname since arriving in canada.

he is now most affectionately known as WMD, the weapon of mass destruction. :-)

attempting to steer the golf cart at the islington golf club with porpor

peek-a-boo!

playing with titi iris

dancing to a remix of blue monday by new order

Sunday, July 19, 2009

word of the week



as of this week, stellan's current vocabulary consists of the following words:

book
taxi
juice
bread
bubble
fa and shu (cantonese for flower and tree)
bus
COOKIE!!!
egg
voiture (french for car)
bike
bateau / boat
chat (cat)
plane (since seeing the bastille day airshow)

FISH


and with a wave of the index finger, "no, no, no, no no!"


in honour of stellan's new word of the week being - FISH,
we went the aquarium this afternoon.

having a moment with r2d2

with daddy along the fountains by the palais de chaillot at the trocadero


everyday is a play day!!!

this pasta pot started over his head and then wound up being some sort of percussion instrument instead.

snack time on the playground with ludwig

Saturday, July 18, 2009

auntie lian's photo album


stellan, looking like a centerfold

another shot from the museum of childhood

getting ready to for a big trip

with auntie lian and munching on a baguette with jam at last sunday's "broc dej"




Saturday, June 20, 2009

Museum of Childhood

on an old rocking horse

drawing at the light table

flipping through a roald dahl book

Tate Modern

Who says that it always rains in London?  Well, it does an awful lot but we were lucky on the Sunday afternoon at the Tate Modern where we were joined by my friends Lisa, Niklas and their 9 month old son, Charles Fritjof.  

These are the photos that she sent me of Stellan.  

Christian wielded the camera as usual that day so he'll be blogging shots of them on funkypastry.





messy, party boy!

Friday, June 12, 2009

day 2 & 3



dancing with uncle lars


breakfast on the terrace.

note: the few suspicious red spots on his face which confirmed as chicken pox later that morning at the soho walk in clinic.