We've had an amazing month in June with lots of holidays and travel back to the UK to see our new nephew Eddie. So it's no wonder I got a bit behind with keeping the blog going. But I'm back now and the only things on my to do list, which is to me what the bible is to others, is moving house in three weeks and having another baby in about six. I can't believe we're doing this again! The move I mean, not the baby. We've been in temporary, furnished accommodation for the first six months of being here - don't get me started on the nightmare of finding a place to live in Geneva - and are now moving into our permanent home. We are currently living in Carouge, the most quaint, beautiful, sophisticated suburb of Geneva (see one of the first blog posts). Now we are moving to St. Jean, a residential but more urban part of Geneva: see here. I can't wait but like I said: I can't believe we're moving again. I find moving the most uprooting, unsettling and chaos inducing happening in life. It's my worst nightmare. I hate it. You wouldn't think it as in the last nine years, since meeting Rick (let's call him the gypsie) we have moved eight times. That's sick! No wonder I have a nervous breakdown about once a year, it tends to coincide with an impeding or just recent move. On a positive note, you won't become complacent and you have regular clear outs of sh*t that other people keep for 20 years. And it keeps life interesting. But there's no denying it still really sucks. I shall report on what will surely be a colossal meltdown: moving house and having a baby within weeks. It'll be rad. So anyway, what I meant to say was that apart from moving in three weeks and having another baby in about six, I don't have anything else to do than update my beloved blog. Come on, admit it, you missed it! Oh, and did I say that I'm moving in THREE weeks and having a baby in SIX?
So here's a random video I took at the lido the other day. I've been spending a lot of time there. And so has half of Geneva. It's the only place I feel mildly comfortable in this heat wave. I've really struggled with the heat, it's been so awful. I hate to complain about good weather and the summer but man, eight months pregnant it feels like your stuck in that heat with a duvet snuggly wrapped around you. Our flat never cools down unfortunately so I can't even just stay in to stay cool. I've had to have several cold baths every day. Ridiculous. But just now, the heavens have gone gray and a big fat thunderstorm is on its way. Hurrah!
Mallorca:
So, at the beginning of June we went on a week's holiday to Mallorca with the Brown's. The Brown's are our very special friends. When we moved away from the UK we had the glorious idea to just meet in random places for holidays and/or long weekends to keep in touch. What a genius thought. So that's what we did, and here are some pics:
Market in Pollenca. 
Pollenca Old Town
View to the pool from our amazing villa.
Whale in a boat.
Fun by the pool.
Tree p*sser. He's got to learn one day. And I'd like to say here it was Ella who taught him!
Our beautiful villa. We're booking it again for the same week next year. How square!
Flattering...
Ella, this is how real men fish. 
Very exhausting this holiday business. Even a lolly can't keep him awake...
Happy 21st Mr Brown!
The lovely Mrs Brown. Spot the little naked feral kids in the background.
I may be pregnant but I can still be fun. Sometimes!
Always forever playing like angels, for a whole week. What great friends! 
The love boat
Excuuuuuuse meeeee!Edward John Eaton:
Eddie is 10 days old here. Look at Peta. Amazing. A-ma-zing.
Our lovely nephew and Max' cousin Eddie. He is beautiful. Look at him!
Eddie is 10 days old here. Look at Peta. Amazing. A-ma-zing.
Our lovely nephew and Max' cousin Eddie. He is beautiful. Look at him!
Martha & Max Photo Series:
Martha and Max. What can I say. They are like Bonny and Clyde. Thick as thieves, brilliantly entertaining, a comedy duo in the making. One of the funniest moments of our visit that had us in absolute hysterics was this one: Martha was pushing Max around in a doll's push chair (he was wearing her pink knickers...). She said "Max, you push me now", Max: "Ok". She gets in, he tried, grunted, walked off and said "nah, too heavy"...
I love you Marsda!
Martha and Max. What can I say. They are like Bonny and Clyde. Thick as thieves, brilliantly entertaining, a comedy duo in the making. One of the funniest moments of our visit that had us in absolute hysterics was this one: Martha was pushing Max around in a doll's push chair (he was wearing her pink knickers...). She said "Max, you push me now", Max: "Ok". She gets in, he tried, grunted, walked off and said "nah, too heavy"...
I love you Marsda!
Let's run away together!
Oh go on, let me kiss you!
Best friends!
Glamping in Lake Annecy with the Stones and the Padwar:
So we went camping, meeting up the with the Stones on their Tour de France, eurocamping it with the girls. The Padwar joined us in Geneva (shame about the Whiteman!) and we drove the 45 minutes from here to the other side of Lake Annecy in France. What a beautiful place! A whole new world opened itself up for us for family day trips. Sadly, I don't have a lot of pictures. If you want to see really good ones, look at the Padwar's pics on Facebook :-) We had a brilliant time.
Ravenous beasts!
"Flowers for you Mummy. Uhm, no, for me."
No comment. I love it, but I know what you're thinking!
Oh go on, let me kiss you! 
Best friends!And here for a special treat...:
Glamping in Lake Annecy with the Stones and the Padwar:
So we went camping, meeting up the with the Stones on their Tour de France, eurocamping it with the girls. The Padwar joined us in Geneva (shame about the Whiteman!) and we drove the 45 minutes from here to the other side of Lake Annecy in France. What a beautiful place! A whole new world opened itself up for us for family day trips. Sadly, I don't have a lot of pictures. If you want to see really good ones, look at the Padwar's pics on Facebook :-) We had a brilliant time.
Ravenous beasts!
"Flowers for you Mummy. Uhm, no, for me."
No comment. I love it, but I know what you're thinking!
