Bivi

It is always important that a parent teaches a child the import things in life.

To that end, Papa decided Ella needed to know the fundamentals of spending a night in a bivi. The ideal training occasion presented itself one cold afternoon in the attic at Sandgrube where we were sorting out our belongings. Ella had just fed. After a quick root around I found an old leather suitcase - emblazoned with an array of travel stickers ranging from Africa to the Middle East - and my high mountain sleeping bag (-30 degrees centigrade). It made a perfect nest for Ella. Because she was not showing any signs of sleeping and clearly wanted to observe what was ongoing I attempted to prop the suitcase up so that she had a better view out. She seemed happy enough so I left her.

A few moments later I heard muffled cries from the sleeping bag inside the suitcase. What Papa had failed to consider was the lack of friction between Ella and the fabric of the sleeping bag - gravity, movement or a combination of both had caused Ella to slide into the dark depths of her nest. Re-established on a level platform Ella soon settled to deep sleep.

Training over, it was now time to get into nature. It was late afternoon by the time we reached the Jura and started to walk. It was a cold and wet day with the snowline a couple of hundred metres higher in altitude than us. We realised we would be climbing into the snow and the dark in order to reach our objective - Chalet La Flore. It was a great hike - Castor's first real experience of snow - and we arrived to an extremely warm welcome at the chalet. Ella instantly became the youngest member of the club.

As each hour passed more and more people left until eventually we had the chalet to ourselves. We ascended to the sleeping area which was mountain hut-style, i.e. mattresses laid side by side. Ella was fed and prepared for bed by Mama while Papa prepared her bivi - Mama's duvet jacket turned inside out with the sleeves pulled inside and the zip done up and, as a little extra treat, a hot water bottle just to make sure it was cosy. In actual fact the chalet was perfectly warm despite the outside temperature. Once Ella had settled, with no possibility of her sliding anywhere this time, we descended to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

It was, the perfect way to celebrate Papa's 40th!

Babymassage

When only a few weeks old, Monika showed us how to massage Ella.

In Nepal, as well as India, it is tradition to massage babies - as well as their Mothers! - from the firsts day after birth onwards. Once we started with Ella, we hardly could understand why with us there is no such tradition. Ella simply loves it. While laying on her belly is still a little challenge, foot and leg massage could go on forever as far as she is concerned, and when she realizes that the session is over, she generally bursts into tears, expressing "more, more!".

For her it is about pleasure, about letting her feel her body, her limits; for us it is a means of establishing intensive and close interaction, a way for us to check her body. The added bonus is it is a great way to send Ella to sleep.

For the ones that live close to Berne, Monika Baertschi, Tel. 079 267 44 20, oder 031 701 30 65 offers training sessions at your home, two sessions for Sfr. 270.- Highly recommended!

Ella's inspection of Woodbury Common...

...where Papa, some years ago, ran the then fastest-ever time on the endurance course! Mama and Ella were deeply impressed, while Papa was obviously of the opinon that better times had come!

Why get onto hands and knees and crawl through a muddy tunnel...


...when with Ella one can stand above things?


What's the point in getting your feet wet...

...or for that matter, your hair wet going through the sheep dip (although Mama was keen to give it a go)!

Leaving for the last time? One never knows - perhaps Ella will return and better Papa's time?

Its always nice to take a trip down memory lane but good to be able to look to a bright future with Ella now!

A diplomatic passport for Ella Tili!

Although not even a month old, Ella embarked on her first foreign adventure travelling to Warszawa, followed shortly afterwards by a trip to London! Maybe following the footprints of her namesake Ella Maillard, her Grandfather Rudi is greatly proud of his Granddaughter holding a diplomatic passport already. Vakhtang in Tbilisi reminded us of taking good care of her while embarking on adventures at such an early age! We will do so.

Castor and Ella

Poor Castor. As well as managing his jealously towards Ella rather well, and us making all possible efforts not to let him feel short of devotion, he now also fiercly defends her from any other dog entering her sphere! We already had to separate him from our neighbour's as well as landlord's dogs, who he held by the scruff of their necks and showed no intention to let go! Ella however gets as a welcome a licking of both hands and then the back of her head! We already imagine the two of them walking off as an odd couple, he doing the smelling and she the looking, and both feeling that in fact they do not need us any more!

Ella Tili's Best

Ella Tili in Warszawa

Not even four weeks old, and Ella Tili could call a bright red Swiss Diplomatic passport her own already! For Papa's two week trip to the OSCE ODIHR conference in Warszawa we decided to travel the three of us together, and were rewarded with the newly renovated beautiful old town, great Vienna style Coffee Houses (we recommend lemon cheese cake with strawberry sauce at Blikles!) and fantastic food (we recommend pigs leg with sauerkraut at Podsalamona!). The journey across more than half of Poland, through endless plains and vast forests of bright autumn colours was great - and fast! We travelled in a day from Bern to Warszawa - even stopping for a German Wurst in Berlin!

On the way home, thanks to a security guard who recognized the hump under Mama's coat as a baby, we were allowed to enter the Reichstag through the disabled persons entrance thus bypassing a two hour queue of people to climb up to the new glass cuppola with a fantastic view over all the town! Then little Ella shared a four lady city night line train compartment, disqualifying all those comments passed behind our backs by fellow travellers: she did not cry once and had a wonderful sleep next to her Mama. Already she is on her best way to become a world traveller like her namesake.