Monthly Archives: November 2010

That Time of year

Yes, it is that time of the year again – we’re coming up on the rollicking good time that is Beaune’s annual Vente des Vins (Wine Auction) that takes place the third weekend every November.   It is a weekend of eating, partying, and above all WINETASTING throughout the lovely streets of Beaune. 

Here are some photos that Franck took last November.

Here is the actual wine auction that takes place in the market hall and is run by Christie’s auction house.  Hard to get a seat in here, as it is one of the most important events on the year from French wine.  The auction prices at any given year are said to predict the market for red and white French wines. 

And then here is the party going on in the street outside the auction.


And the winetasting…

And more winetasting…

No winetasting for me back here in Canada, however…to me the third weekend in November means that Franck is leaving on his annual solo trip to France and I will be fending for myself with The Bevy for almost three weeks. Last year we were all just coming of H1N1 and tachycardia (moi).  It was not jolie.  This year, we have all had the flu already so I am praying sure that everything will go smoothly. 

Anyway, if you are lucky enough to be in Burgundy on the weekend on November 19, 20, &21st just click here to find out more about this oh-so-Burgundian celebration.  You can also email me for more info.(about the Vente des Vins or how to handle kids sick with the flu!) at any time.

The Unfortunately Named Phoque-y

When Clem was in the hospital with the flu the pediatrician suggested that I take her for a dental check-up to see if any little sneaky cavities were causing the humongous-ness of her tonsils. 

Ah yes…a dental appointment with a two and a half year old who had very recently seen more than enough people in white coats with needles, thermometers, and other pointy instruments…this was something I was really looking forward to.

Still, it had to be done.   As I expected, Clem was having none of it, and wouldn’t open her mouth a crack for the poor dentist, even when she was yelling blue murder through her clenched teeth.    He couldn’t quite get over this fact. 

“They all open their mouth eventually when they yell,” he said.  “Except her.”  It’s nice to know that my girls distinguish themselves so early on in life.  

Despite his post-traumatic stress disorder the dentist told Clem she could pick two treats from the magic present basket on the way out.   She was very keen on this part of the visit  and picked a plastic finger puppet, a plastic fishy for the bath, and a small white stuffed seal.  I was about to point out that this was three things and make her put one back but the hygienist said, with a rather desperate gleam to her eyes, “It’s fine, it’s fine.  She can take them all!  BYE CLEMENTINE!!!”

Anyway, the favorite of these three gifties is undoubtedly the white seal, which Clem calls by it’s French name, “Phoque.”

Just  take a moment to sound that out phonetically in English.

Phoque-y has to come with us everywhere and as he is small and gets lost quite often, Clem is often heard yelling, “Where is phoque-y?  Phoque-yyyyyyyyyyy, phoque-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”

And the last few days have brought a few interpretations on phoque-y’s name.  She (Clem has decreed that it is a girl) also goes by “Phoque-y, phoque, phoque”, “Phoque-ity,” and my personal favorite, “Phoque-ette” (a little bit like “Josette”, I suppose).   

Bilingualism in toddler is more of a minefield than I ever imagined.