Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).
This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
DISCLAIMER
... 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.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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saturday 19 february 2005
60. Chronicles of the passing time (2)
(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 !