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!