SUNDAY MORNING WITH YOUNG CHILDREN

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.

ABOUT ADVERTISING

I found this advertising, yesterday, when I was in the subway. Posters cover walls of the metro station.



With 5 words and simplicity, Gandhi's life is completely summarize.
"Le point de vue le plus simple est toujours le meilleur"
"The easiest point of view is always the best"
Charles CHAPLIN "My Autobiography"
In an advertising/artistically side, I find it successful.



Advocate-Lawyer




Philosopher




Resistance fighter



Diplomate



Peace keeper



People are full of human resource


Now, concerning the use of the image of Gandhi by a company, I can understand the polemic.
But, given I'm always searching the positive aspect in adversity, I prefer just concidering the artitic side of it.



By the way, what is the link between GANDHI and CHAPLIN, randomly?

They are both principal characters of movies directed by Richard ATTENBOROUGH.

Two interesting and talented filmed biographies. If you haven't already seen them, find the DVD.

MY OWN CITY GARDEN

Just a few picture of our balcony, waiting for Spring time.

Bluebells and Jonquil

Mini Rosebush waiting for its flowers

Strawberry plant to show my children how fruits grow. We only get 10 little strawberries a year! But funny to see those little white flowers become red fruits.

Mint leaves are reapearing, that's a good indication.An azalea from the previous year

That's for outside.

Inside, I get a lemon tree which never have given a lemon, but its leaves smell lemon. I get it by throwing lemon seeds in a pot full of ground. They germinated. Then, it's a plant.

An orchid, nature is perfection, look at this color!

ONE OF MY THREE MOST BEAUTIFUL REALISATIONS

Yesterday, it was Olivier's birthday. Thirteen years.

All of us love your beautiful mind, your sense of friendship, loyalty.

We simply love you, infinitely, and for ever.

'Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?'

Here, a present from my daughter : his little brother's falsified picture.

A kind of Dorian Gray mystery.

PICTURES OF HOLYDAYS

On the Italian side of the border ; VENTIMIGLIA , the "little sister of Menton". Architecture and foundation are the same. Their principal church overlooks the 2 cities. Both cities are encircled by the sea at the South, and montains at the North.




















At this time of year, Ventimiglia is preparing Pâques (Easter).

Who do you think has won at this game?

Game over, Olivier, your shoes are wet now.

Nature wins for sure. Never overestimate yourself, Olivier.

75th Lemon feast of Menton, each February.

"For real" in the city, every where orange trees

Also Mimosa

And palm trees every where.

What a chance to have one big brother

and one big sister

GEOGRAPHY, WEATHER AND OTHER TOPICS

When we don't get any topic to discuss about, we try speaking about weather, endless source of comments.












On saturday, we're leaving Paris. This couple of week, we're on holidays.













Like migratory birds, we'll go and search heat and sun.


No possible mistake, scientists confirm it : the only way to get good weather is to flee from Paris. (may I say to fly ?! from Paris)


I'll miss you, dear blogger-friends, but I won't miss those grey clouds .

I want to thanks Cindy from Small things who has come to see my blog in reference to a post I wrote concerning genealogic researches.
Reading her blog, I've discovered her deep interest for her ancestors, interest that I share with her. So I decided to take back my own researches where I had leaved them. I realized that some archives have been filed, and public can have access to these new databases by Internet. Thanks to Cindy who reawaken my curiosity, I found new ancestors.

After that, I got back to my blog, and .....what? Write? No! I listened music. That's a great "danger"for me, setting a blog in music. As watching a movie, when I listen to music, I stop any other activity. I listen to song lyrics with french songs, and in english, I try to undestand.
That's where I was digressing : I can understand you (except when you use very particular expression, or "first letters" I ignore), You understand my english with my mistakes. Because all is written, or read.
And if it was spoken! Wouldn't be so easy. I would lost half of my undestanding! I figure out this with songs in english.
Concerning this, when I read lyrics, I sometimes wonder whether it wouldn't be better not to understand. Why? Because, sometimes, I think that, even with the translation, the song has no interest, except for the music. No, no, no, I won't give name.
I will leave you with this thought : How many years to have a complete mastery of a language?
And what do we understand with complete, is it understand a language in a common life-context? or understanding as an english/french native?
I want also thank Gabriel for his participation as an illustrator. He'isn't Tasha Tudor, but I'm proud of his vision... as a mother.