Monday, October 10, 2011

At the nursery

At the nursery:


They have huge colorful pillows. (Warning: If you ever sit on one of these pillows, just know that you will not want/be able to get up again.)
The ladies call me "Maman" ("Mummy") when they adress me, even though I'm obviously not their mother.
They have technical words to say that baby made a poo.
They have technical words to say that baby's nose needs to be cleaned.
They like letting the babies go barefoot.
They don't use baby spoons.
They have extra long bibs and plenty of fun toys.
Parents must wear clownish socks to cover their shoes and not contaminate the whole place with all the dog pee/shit and cigarette ends and dirt that they carry with them (in complete innocence).
It's not always easy for babies to sleep.
Sometimes it's hard to say goodbye in the morning.



6 comments:

Crystal said...

I love it when people call me Mummy. I am just waiting for Iris to! As hard as it is to leave the joy of being reunited will be a hundred fold. x

Peaches Ledwidge said...

I like your blog, Anabelle. I will visit again.

French Cannes Cannes said...

I want the clown socks for my house!

Anabelle said...

Ah ah! But be careful, you really look ridiculous with them!!! You can slightly see them on picture 1.
By the way, we don't say "tu" at the nursery ;-), apart from with the babies :)

Anabelle said...

Thank you Peaches :)

Crystal, it will come... :)

un courant d'air dans la maison said...

ah non mais vraiment, sa petite tête de dos me rappelle vraiment la tête de mon petit quand il était bébé... Anabelle, tu vas finir par me rendre nostalgique ! ;-))