I have to tell you, I am not much of a "Holidays" man... While I am not Scrooge either, I never really cared for any of the holidays... I can totally get the family thing, and I actually enjoy some of those yearly gatherings. But, Christmas trees, carving pumpkins, dressing up for Halloween etc. have never been my thing. Until last year, when Jennifer showed up with a little living pine treeö I never had a Christmas tree in the house. That tree is still with us by the way, residing on the balcony, and it will be decorated this year as well.
Well, as you can imagine, this change is due to the arrival of Vivienne! Last Wednesday, Jen and I made some time for the family and we took Vivienne to a Pumpkin Patch. My main focus was to take a few pictures to document her first Halloween. Then we decided to get a mid-size pumpkin as well. More on that later. Let's talk about VivoşMinnoş...
It was a very pleasant day in Los Angeles, and although I wanted my daughter to wear some fall outfits, she politely declined and chose a dress to her liking. Once we arrived to the Pumpkin Patch, Jen and I were way more excited than Vivienne... She didn't have much enthusiasm about the place. Yet, she was game and posed for daddy. Although, she refused to smile...
The little munchkin in between two pumpkins! :D
My darling daughter is not even pretending she is having fun. To her credit, she was a trooper though. No crying, no fussing, she allowed daddy to snap a few pictures, and than showed some interest in the sunflowers while hanging out in mommy's arms.
Daddy had to take a few more pictures though...
Jennifer had work to do that night, I put Vivienne to sleep. Created a Halloween playlist on Spotify, and proceeded to carve my first pumpkin. It was very much fun. And I gotta tell you, I'm proud of the result!
I thought about his name for a long time... I wanted his name to be a Turkish name for some reason, I'm not sure why. There are only a couple of male Turkish names starting with P... Than, the Turkish word for pumpkin is "kabak". "Kerem" comes to mind, but leaves it as quickly as it showed up. So, I decided to call it Cédric La Citrouille. My daughter's first name is a French name, so why not Cédric and why not citrouille instead of pumpkin? Yes, "citrouille" is a feminine noun, but who cares? It's all for fun, right?
Cédric speaks English with a caricature-like heavy French accent in between the long puffs of his unfiltered Gauloises cigarettes.
I asked Cédric to hang out in front of the window looking down at Jen's parking garage, so when she gets out of the car, she could see him... He loved the idea, poured himself a glass of cheap French table wine, opened the window, lit another Gauloises and patiently waited for Jen's return.
In the morning, Vivienne was as supportive as ever when I asked her if she would pose in her Halloween costume. She put her costume on and posed with Cédric. I asked Cédric to abstain from smoking while around my daughter, and he respected my request.
Alright my lovelies, I will leave you with two pictures of our little monkey!
Happy Halloween!