Thursday, November 17, 2011

Wednesday



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!



3 comments:

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 :)