Thursday, November 17, 2011


Yesterday while Florina was at her oriental dance class, Swann and I went to the park. It was pretty silent and deserted: it was a cold day. I sat on a bench with my baby on my lap and watch the two or three kids who were there playing, and listened to a man and a woman speaking Portuguese and I was proud to tell my little boy: A mulher fala Português. I once attempted to learn Portuguese because I was in love with Portugal and had a dream to go to Brasil. (Or was it because I was in love with a Brasilian boy met in Spain?)

I knew when I breastfed him this afternoon that it would be one of the last times I do it. It's about time to stop I think. I can't nurse him in the morning anymore because I work and he wakes up rather late, I would have to wake him up and I don't want to do that. 
Tonight he held the bottle on his own and I thought what a big boy. 

Florina made us dinner. It was just the three of us. Dinner was great and I was really proud of my little big girl.

A lot of bread and cheese in the end but, hey, we're French!


Dilly said...

Ahh, bless her! Lovely menu!

French Cannes Cannes said...

So cute! She even threw in some American love with the burger hahahaha;-)

Anabelle said...

Thanks for her Dilly!
FCC, oui tu as vu! She's ready for the takeaway at Starbucks :)