Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  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).




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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.


... 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.

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Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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tuesday 5 july 2005

109. Chronicles of time passing (5)

Lou râle au bainMe from my bathtub (in the neighbouring room) :
-Daddy ? Daddy, it looks like the bath is not sinking... You musn't be afraid !
Daddy (in his office, sitting at the computer) :
-You're right buddy, you musn't be afraid : the bath is not sinking. And anyway it's not that bad...

This sinking bath incident dates back to three months ago, at Grandpa's and Grandma's : a loose cap, unless I pulled it, and the tub emptied at full speed.
An unprecedented panic attack ... which I often bring up.
Put yourself in my shoes for a moment :
a bath is a bath, with water, warm water mind you ! Without water, it's horrible : no more reference points. A small insect, trapped in a cold and slippery split. A "nowhere"...
You better believe it took a lot of guarantees before I agreed to set foot in my grandparents' bathtub again.
At home it's ok : I was able to distinguish the two.

Anyway this evening I'm keeping daddy from writing a post : I wanna talk to him through the wall and the staircase where the doors were left open (so he can keep a careful ear on me while mommy is cooking dinner downstairs).
I'm doing all it takes to draw his attention : from the debriefing of the day (the playground this morning - I'll tell you about it another time - and the nap where I fooled around with Eva in my bed), to my usual questions of the moment ("the countries").
In short I'm doing everything to enjoy myself with him and distract him at the same time.
And it works. Since he can't hear me very well due to the distance, I have to repeat everything, something I don't really mind doing.

Then Eva joins me in the water. I forget about daddy and I play with her.

....It's just a chronicle of time passing.

P.S.: the picture illustrating this post is a cheat : daddy looked for a picture where I was making faces, I swear, when I'm having a crisis, it's something completely different !
By Luc Boland :: mardi 5 juillet 2005 at 09:07 :: Day by day :: #129 :: rss

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Hi Lou, luc and family,
I loved having a bath when I was a girl - one day I fell whilst in the bath and I still think of it everytime I have a bath.
Take Care

mercredi 6 juillet 2005 at 09:45, comment from Karen :: email :: site :: #

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