Happy Half-Birthday!

 

Mmmmm...c'est bon!

Baby Jail

When we first moved to France, both of us were pining for our wonderful life in Berkeley.  Now, after two years, I can't imagine moving back.  Although at times still nostalgic for the fog-covered hills, I can't imagine having to deal with a Berkeley pediatrician.

At Raphael's last visit, the pediatrician said, "It's time to put Raphael in a playpen, or he'll never go in one."  Wait?  After all we've been taught?  Gasp!  Gulp! Won't we crush his spirit and destroy his creativity?  What about the years of therapy later in life to undo all of the infant trauma?

We weighed the risks; then we quickly assembled the playpen.  Besides, it's called a "parque" in French, which makes it more inviting and less porcine.  So, here's our little piglet in "baby jail," wagging his curly pink tail for the camera.