Poppy's first photo shoot (outside the womb that is)

Saturday was Poppy's photo shoot to immortalize her tiny naked self.  I found it more pleasurable than I thought I would watching the photographer pose her in buckets and in little blankets while praising her malleability.  I'm not sure if the photographer was simply telling me what any new mother would want to hear, but I am sure that I don't care either way.  I interpret nearly any praise for Poppy as tacit praise for my mothering skills and therefore I loved hearing about how well-behaved my 6-week old was.  


We have already booked another photo shoot for November to make cheesy Christmas card photos.  You know, the kind you get with the children and the parents and the dogs all smiling widely next to an inexplicable forest or in front of the non-functioning fireplace.  Personally, I have always found these cards to be a bit ostentatious...but that doesn't stop me from wanting to get one done this year now that I have enough nuclear family members to fill a Christmas card.  Perhaps I can get the photographer to come up with an edgier pose for our family sans the ubiquitous Christmas sweaters.  Standing at a bus stop looking full of angst for example-            

  

Semi-Nomadic Lifestyle with Kids

 their dining room: a farm table and
a pair of Hello Kitty ‘‘ancestral portraits’’ 

the children’s room with its map-of-the-world bedspreads

I was reading the following article about the Touhami family in the New York Times Style Magazine this morning.  She is French and he is French-Moroccan and they have eclectic business ventures that result in their frequent relocation to interesting cities (not exclusively in the Francophone world).

"Ramdane Touhami and Victoire de Taillac living a life of nomads, hopping from continent to continent and city to city — Paris, Jaipur, Tangier — setting up camp in temporary lodgings and then, when it’s time to move on, literally pulling the rug out from beneath their feet.

 “We do two years per country,” Touhami says. “That is my rule.” And that would sound like a compromise in the couple’s relationship if it weren’t for their incredible talent for making themselves at home no matter where they are in the world."

at home (for now anyway) in Brooklyn

master bed - love the Venetian inspired wallpaper

http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/04/13/antiques-roadshow/?ref=design

The French Rocker

Tomorrow is our first visit with the pediatrician, Dr. Dreiling.  So far it seems as though infancy isn’t too bad.  Well, for me at least.  Poppy looks a bit uncomfortable much of the time.  Regarding discomfort, I’m beginning to regret my rocking chair purchase.  I went with a savory Eames rocker that, come to find out, is too short for me to rock Poppy in without triggering a near simultaneous reflex that makes me get out of the chair.  I had seen it in many different nurseries online while I was studying baby decorum like a hopeful Martha Stewart intern.  It is possible that the rocker looks cool, but probably not to anyone who is a mother with some sensibility.  To them, it likely looks like a cry for help.