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This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

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... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

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saturday 19 february 2005

60. Chronicles of the passing time (2)

Lou crevé(because daily life with Lou is also that)

Monday. 6:30 PM. Daddy is working in his office. It's ok though, they've managed to get me over it.
Because it's been tough. Let's go back in time if you don't mind.
Great day at school, hence, as usual, I'm very "contrary" once I get home (fatige, stress from learning - really ! - ).
I eat my dinner with mommy, while daddy walks the dog in the forest. When he's back, he finds me swinging in the armchair, repeating the same word over and over... I've already forgotten which one (and so has daddy). So he comes to play with me. I'm nervous and push him back... just to gauge my strength. "Daddy must fall on the ground !" (we had a lot of fun once like this). But that swine is refusing this time ! "No way Loulou, sorry but I don't feel like it today." I become stubborn : "I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it!", and I start swinging myself again to the rythm of that sentence. Then I demand some water. Mommy who's busy cooking offers me to join her so I can have a drink in the kitchen. I have no choice but to get there by my own means of transportation. No "delivery service" at this time of the day.
They're really overdoing it. They force me more and more often to come and get what I'm asking for, or to go on my own where I want to go. Ok, I'm five years old, but I'm different ! Besides, I'm not about to let them take away my priviledges like that !

I eventually cooperate and go all the way to the kitchen table, going through the obstacle course perfectly : leave the couch; go around the coffee table in the living room; avoid my swingset, which is located on the right side of the living room; then reach the corner of the dining room table; there, avoid bumping into the chairs; reach the other chair, where school backpacks are laying around at the entrance of the kitchen (they could have found a better place for that!); and finally, the 90 degrees left turn, towards the kitchen. Mission accomplishd. They got me. I'm rewarded by daddy who joins me there and invites me to ride on his laps to play with me. Which I do. The great game of slowly letting myself fall on the floor, face up, until my head touches the floor. Oooh how I like that. Again and again... Then a series of backflips in the air, with daddy holding me by the arms.
"I'm scared" I say laughing. And hop ! Me (in heaven) : "Oh, what's Loulou doing!"
Then comes bathtime. " Loulou doesn't want to take a bath. The bath cries !". (This way they
know right away I've had enough for today).
They insist. I get angry. I try something else :
"In mommy's arms".
But mommy's shoulders hurt... just like daddy's actually. They come up with a temporary riposte.
Daddy : "Rush upstairs, or I'm going to catch you and tickle you !".
Mommy adds her own. I have no time for thinking, and once again they get me. But as soon as I'm up the first flight of stairs, I get a hold of myself : " No, I don't want to go upstairs and take my bath !".
Moral of the story : daddy calmly tells me I will obey and he doesn't want to get angry. I don't have a choice anyway, he says. I refuse. Niet means niet ! So he grabs my hand and forces me. He drags me calmly but firmly. I really don't have a choice... On top of it he keeps repeating : "You will obey, my Loulou. I'm not giving you a choice. You're going upstairs !"
In between sentences he tries to get emotional by congratulating me. The pervert !
In the meantime, my sister Eva has gotten excited at the announcement of the catching game.
"What about me, what about me ... !"
She doesn't fully grasp the difficulty of the situation.
Seeing me being dragged away, she would like the same done to her... But her request is ignored.
Two minutes later I reach my destination. The tide is rising in the bathtub. Daddy grabs the opportunity to talk to my sister who's grumbling on the toilet. He tries to make her understand that the time wasn't exactly right.
"But Lou, he can ..."
Daddy tries to explain that it wasn't a game and that she must stop thinking her parents are doing less for her. He reminds her all the things they did with her when she was my age. And then, they take care of her, whenever they have some spare time ( they sometimes spend a whole day with her); they read with her in the evening and the smother her with kisses before bedtime. Anyway, she should try to see the positive side rather than constantly make comparisons.

If I'm telling you all this, it's because during the whole conversation between daddy and Eva, I was listening while mom was helping me get undressed. From time to time I would even add "daddy is talking to Eva". So, I heard everything (I like dad's educational tone of voice in moments like that. I like it better than his deep voice). But whether I will remember anything... We'll see...

After this long conversation, daddy decides to leave the bathroom to go work in his office.
I throw another fit. His office being next to the bathroom, he comes back right away and reassures me when I tell him "the office, it's crying ! I don't want daddy in his office.
I want the office in the bath !"
Now it's my turn to get a lesson from daddy. He calmly explains to me that he also has a life, that he just played a lot with me, and he has a right to do things without me. In short, that I musn't be scared.

Moral of the story ? Once again my parents got me. I'm splashing about in my tub, Eva is thinking positive again... And everything is fine.
When bedtime comes, in my bed, I debrief daddy with my reassuring tone of voice, which fits these words so well : " You see that you musn't be scared. And Eva, she must understand that daddy and mommy work in the office". I'm happy and I fall asleep right away.

After all it's only an ordinary day.
By Luc Boland :: samedi 19 février 2005 at 12:26 :: Day by day :: #79 :: rss


Your comments

Hello little Lou! Your mommy and daddy know that even though you are still little you need to learn how to do things on your own. I know it can be hard and scary sometimes but you are a very brave little man who is capable of doing anything you set your mind to! I always think about you and wonder what new thing you have learned. Thank you Luc for sharing your precious Loulou with me!

samedi 19 février 2005 at 20:13, comment from stephie :: email :: site :: #
 

with pleasure

dimanche 20 février 2005 at 17:31, comment from Luc :: #
 

G'day Lou, you have a very special Mummy and Daddy. They are teaching you new things everyday, it must be scary my little friend, but I have a great belief in you. The world is opening to you ever so slowly, I feel proud of every step that you have taken so far in your short life. :) xoxo

dimanche 27 février 2005 at 04:42, comment from vegemiterules :: email :: site :: #
 

I felt sorry for Eva because i understand Lou demands more attention but Eva deserves attention too. When i watched the film i in the beginning wasn't even aware Eva was there too, and ween i was i really felt sorry for her. Please say hi to her from me. And when she doesn't know who i am, just tell her i wrote braille letters to her brother and of she want i will write something for her too.

jeudi 17 décembre 2015 at 19:50, comment from Evelien :: #
 

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