dimanche 13 avril 2008


First of all, I must apologize.

Sometimes, I 'm connected on your blogs, then, mostly a children ask for some help (you know, you're all parents. Homeworks, dinner, snack, crying, quarrel, phone calls, visit....) and I leave the computer exactly where I was reading and ............... from one thing to an other, I forget .

Until one of my children or my husband try to connect and tell me : "Can we close your page- site?"

I know, some of you, are very professionnal, and get statistics meter. When they notice a french visitor has stayed on the same page during half a day! It must be strange.

No, I don't want to learn by heart you writings or your vocabulary. If I do so, I would have a better level in english. No, that's just forgetfullness, or Alzheimer's desease, future will tell me. (I'm not joking about this desease, as my grand mother got it. I know how terrible consequences are!)

This morning, Sunday morning, the day we all can sleep longer, Gabriel woke up at 8 am, asking as usual : "Does the sun wake up?" Is there someone in this house able to answer him, explain him instead of me? It depends on the day! No rules for this. As no one answered him! He shouted louder. He finally, decided to get up on the wrong side of bed and to go alone in the living room. I was thinking to myself : "He 'll find some toys and play!"

No, in fact he asked for me to join him. "Come , Mom, come, I begin to count ,one, two, three, four,........., ten,.........

eleven, twelve, ......, until sixteen without making a mistake!! (Remind me to congratulate his teacher)

I didn't even know he was able to count until so far! Never, when we were asking him to count, he went past ten without mistake! It was his secret. So he uses his knowledge only when it's usefull! and not to emphasize himself : )
Would he get a pinch of wisdom?

With the sun, him, and me , I didn't want his brother to be awaken, so I joined him.

Well, today, I must show you an original work made by my 4 years old son.

I 've just got in the living room, I discovered a new touch of decorating on a cushion couch.

All made with self adhesive paper eyelets!

Who says we need interior designers? When we already get a little brain full of imagination.

I love you so much, Gabriel. You're my ray of sun shine! And you brighten up all the day long.

You see, Jules, I get Nutella addicted children. I am myself, but concequences are terrible for weight.

13 commentaires:

  1. I love his creativity...maybe if you ever make it to the states he could decorate at my house :) I too am up early...but the kids are still asleep (the peace of the teenage years) The house is quiet, laundry is going, and I can read the paper undisturbed...have a great Sunday!

  2. Oooo....... you live with a French artist! And a food connoisseur as well. I'm impressed!

  3. Akkk, I was reading your blog, and commenting and it suddenly updated! You're up late tonight.

  4. What a beautiful pillow. I love his creativity. And nutella: well, it makes life worth living.

  5. Yes Jacque and Jules, I'm up "early" for a Sunday because of Gabriel, and I'm up late on night, because it's the only free time I can afford! Especially on week end!
    Furthermore, I was right to stand up late I've won an award!

  6. He has great style, and fantastic taste! I don't know why Americans aren't more into Nutella!

  7. Someone told me Nutella is our Peanuts butter. But in fact, we can't compare, it hasn't the same savor at all!

  8. Too right! Nutella is like chocolate peanut butter on steroids. Sweet and delicious!
    Some marketing genious put it on the shelves at the grocery store here. In fact, it's one of my kids' favorite places to be. They can suck down a jar faster than I can say... "No, Nutella is not for inhaling!"

    PS. You are SO a blogger with bling! :)

  9. Yes, Jules, I feel you're a Nutella connoisseur as well as Gabriel, his siblings, and me.
    And as you've noted someone who wants to stay anonymous have awarded me a first star to drive me on the road to become a good blogger. Now, when my first page opens up, Bling ******* at least for three of us, you, my benefactor, and me.

  10. Not to sound like a total loser here, but WHAT THE HECK IS NUTELLA?? I think here in the South that'd be what we called a crazy neighbor lady with a lot of cats. As in: 'dYou see that new varmint Old Nutella brought home thuh other day?? WoooEeeee it'uz lookin' beeeuuug and mean! (Catherine, that was written in Good Old Boy - It translates to: did you see that new strange animal the odd lady down the street brought home. It certainly was large and looked very dangerous.) LOL! ;o)

  11. First, Damama, Nutella as its name sounds, is italian. It has been elaborated during my childhood, so it has that savor of after school snacks, for me.
    It 's a cocoa paste with grilled hazelnuts aroma. It has the texture of the peanuts butter (slick, not crunchy). Imagine a full pot of what we find inside chocolates praline flavored!
    You get it. You spread it on bread. Now, if it was a joke, and you knew what was Nutella, my explanation shows you I'm totally addicted. See how well I'm discribing it! ; )
    Bon appétit!