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.
Visits
Blog Search Engine -Search Engine and Directory of blogs. Looking for blogs? Find them on BlogSearchEngine.com
monday 7 march 2005
68. The novel of my meals (1)
My meals are a whole different story. It originally goes back to when I was about two and a half years old : three days without mommy. She had left to attend a training workshop for her job. So I found myself alone with daddy. It wasn't the first time, but that one time, I didn't swallow it. In conclusion : three days of complete hunger strike. Just enough to throw my distress back at daddy. Talk about stress with a boomerang effect. As retaliation, from then on, it became out of the question that anybody but mommy should feed
me, except for breakfast and nanny (go figure ...). And since I attend school, I chose to skip lunch. (to be continued)