Aug 23-Sept 9

Sept 9th We can read a full story

Before I had kids, I used to dream of reading them stories on the sofa, bundled up in a blanket, making them be scared and happy through the ups and downs of the dragons’ and princess’ stories.  


Then I had kids, in real life.  And they picked the same book every night and they focused on the same page for long minutes, before flipping back 10 pages for a few seconds, pointing out a random detail, having no idea what a story was. 


And then there was tonight.  Luca and I sat on the sofa while Mia was already sleeping.  He picked up his favourite book, Cars, and we read the story from front to back.  He didn’t move, he stayed on my lap for the full 20-min story, cuddled up in his maman’s arms.  And I forgot all about the whining from 15 minutes before, and all the books we had started and never passed over the first page. We read up and we hugged and we went to bed happy.


Sept 2nd  Luca shares his dodo with Mia

Luca, Mia and I were sitting on the floor, playing after work.  We had just gone from the regular routine we go through when I come home.  I knock at the door, he opens it, and says “Maman. Maman no travail (Maman is done with work).  Enlever manteau (take off your jacket).  Jeans (put on your jeans)”.  It’s so cute to be given clear orders to relax. Surprisingly, I’ve never heard any boss give me similar orders… J


So we were playing with Mia’s toys, and Luca was nicely handing her one toy, which she played with for a few minutes before she pushed it aside, as a CEO dismissing a point that has been made too many times.  Luca patiently handed her out another toy, which she flipped around and moved from hand to hand to mouth, before dismissing it too.  She grabbed Luca’s dodo, that big colourful chicken which he takes to bed at night and can take out of his bed on special occasions. Luca yanked it out of her hands with the brutality of a 2-year old, but nicely said “no, Luca dodo”. She tried to reach for that one prohibited thing again, but luca was alert and protected his chicken.  Out of the blue, he stood up and ran to his bedroom, with that cute way he’s got of moving his legs  — kicking each leg to the front with almost no bending at the knee.  He came back with his back up dodo, a similar chicken he’s got, and gave it to Mia to play with.  I was floored.  He got a special 15-min story just for himself after Mia had hit the hay.


August 1st  You’ve got shoes


Kids have some wired wiring at times.  When Luca sees somebody, he looks at their face to see if he recognises them and immediately takes his eyes down to…. checks if they have shoes on.   So it goes:


Seeing his great grand ma Mamita for teh first time in 2 weeks “Mamita.  Shoes”


To his grandpa who he’s been hanging out with for 2 hours “Padi shoes”


To a random neighbour who I see in the street  “Dame (lady) shoes”. 

      “Yes, I’ve got shoes”, they typically answer, a bit surprised at the comment

      “Shoes”, confirms Luca.  “luca shoes”, he says, pointing at his shoes.   At that point, I wonder if they think that I usually make my son run barefoot in the streets of paris.


To a person laying down on the grass in the garden facing the Louvre “No shoes” Luca points out.  “No shoes”.  The random person looks at him, half surprised half ashamed to have been caught red handed with his shoes off.   “pied sale” says luca (dirty feet).  I hear this is only the beginning of total embarrassment…


August 30th  Marionnette

There’s  this famous song in French for kids, ansi font font font, les petites marionettes, etc…” (so do little puppets), which kids or parents sing while putting their hands shoulder-high and turning them.  Mamita used to sing that song to Luca when he was 6 months old or so, and at some point he figured out how to turn his hands from left to right and right to left.  Because Mamita cant use her left shoulder much, she’d mimic the puppet with just one hand, so Luca learned the song with one hand.


Mamita has been teaching the same to Mia and the little girl has been demonstrating a lot of dexterity.  When Mamita sings, Mia looks at her right hand, opens up her fingers and turn it from right to left and left to right. At the end of her song, she looks at Mamita and gives her a big proud smile.


We went to play tennis and Mia, in her true self, was able to play on her own for a full hour.  We sit her up on a cover on the grass, surrounded by a bunch of toys, and she sat there, grabbing a toy and putting it in her mouth before taking the next one to do the same.  Once she inadvertently leaned too far forward and fell on her belly so we sat her back up, she gave us a big smile and a lovely “ahheuuu” before returning to her business.

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