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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Welcome to Lou's blog

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.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

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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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wednesday 27 april 2005

88. A week in the Ardennes

maison des ardennes( my week on holiday 1 )

I'm very lucky because mommy's family owns a country house in the Ardennes (see the house).
I've been going there regularly since I was a toddler. Therefore I know the place well and I have my own landmarks there.
From my regular room (with its characteristic noise from the water leaking in the radiator) to the other rooms in the house.
But what I love more than anything else there ... are the pebbles in front of the house ! It's so fun to walk in that gravel, which defines a safety perimeter. As soon as I step on grass, I know I must stop moving forward.
If it were up to me, I would spend all my time walking up and down like that, ten steps
to the left, ten steps to the right...
Unfortunately there's the rain and my parents, who after a while always insist I do something else.
By Luc Boland, at 08:33 :: Day by day :: #107 :: 2 comments

monday 11 april 2005

82. Fart fart fart how I love you... (chronicles of time passing nr 4)

prout, prout, prout...Well I (Lou's daddy) was getting ready to write new articles (there are still so many things to say) and to place today's articles online when Lou, who was taking his bath in the room next to mine, calls me and asks if he can listen to the song that was sent to me by Sabine (a little girl who writes to us through the website).
I open the door and start playing the mp3 file.

No way I can ever write anything serious with this tiny kid voice singing a ballad over a banjo melody !

"fart fart fart how I love you,
Come here my little friend
I have a secret to whisper to your ear :
that I will always love you madly, Yepee !"

Needless to say Lou is already singing it (should be fun at school).
Lou : "Daddy !!! Fart fart fat again !"
On top of it Lou also received, from Paulette this time, another song : "fart fart fart in the water" which is also something !
...My God, my God... what a dangerous precedent (I mean leaving a "channel of communication open" between him and me when I'm "working" in my office - see previous articles)
But I just put a stop to it (I played both songs on a loop 3 or 4 times).. And it works.
Lou " Daddy ! I want cold water please !" (to drink)
Me : "Coming my Loulou..."
Which I do.
...Just an excerpt from the chronicles of our daily lives.

P.S. : the song can be accessed on the internet at the following link : click here !
Does this song exist in english too ?
By Luc Boland, at 15:50 :: Day by day :: #101 :: 4043 comments
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