When you ask Little Big how his day was, hell tell you hes arrived at 8:23 a.m. and at 4 p.m. the teacher started reading a great book… of 225 pages. To know what the book is about, you will have to ask a question. Ditto for this documentary viewed in class. Its 2:02. Its theme, on the other hand,

Its been 12 years since you helped me become a mother 12 years since you marked my body forever arriving as planned, painfully I cannot deny it, but serenely to free myself, to deliver this small, but sturdy ball of love! 12 years of learning to know you, to live with you and to let you gradually

Contacted late last year by the founder of the site Faire-part-de-France. en who wanted to let me know about services for creating announcements for weddings and births mainly, I decided to revive an old habit here:the reader tests! Having no personal project. Well no. But finding the site rather ni

Friends parents of young children, this post will give you hope. No, were not lying to you. One day your children will sleep. In a row. In any case, they wont wake you up at night and will manage their needs on their own. No, were not lying to you. One day you will have to wake up your children.

…I found out I was pregnant Regularly, I remind the children – usually after a big argument, um – that I dont look like that, by yelling at them (Blaise benevolence where are you hiding), but I love them very much, and have done so since that I knew they were in my belly. Regularly, I must then, l

Well, I had absolutely not planned to take the mouse to pass this rant there (I I have another in reserve which will suddenly come later, priority to the news)(Ive always dreamed of saying that)(ah ah ah) It doesnt show, but Im a tad angry. Why ????? So much hate. Who pissed off e-za again you wo

It is time, I think, to address this characteristic that all young people seem to share and which remains not only an absolute mystery, but more than that:a real point of conflict between the tween and us. We, poor chilly parents. As much to say it clearly:winter is coming. Teenagers dont care. Th

To realize that they are growing up is to find themselves naked - I put an s its winter - in front of dozens of feelings of all kinds:another big fat cocktail of guilt, regret, pleasure and happiness , to which we are not prepared… And THEY were right…it hurts me to say it, but we have to be honest

Its the story of a snow globe and a (a little too) sensitive mum that Im going to share with you today. Because this story touches me. Because its me. In full. Once upon a time there was a snow globe. Brought back from Oxford by my Little Grand. Paid with her pocket money during her first language

College requires, the 11.5 year old now has the obligation to get up early on Wednesday for 4 hours of lessons. The Little Big has another quiet year to be able to hang out in pajamas. And believe me, he enjoys it. Ok...Lets enjoy . Since September, every Wednesday morning I alternate between swe

Enjoy its not every day that Im going to say good things about the RATP huh! Cliché of the grumpy Parisian hello. No Goodbye actually! Yesterday morning, the RATP made me the best mom in the world . Just that. Yes, I still fit in my boots why? What was I saying... rha... thank you for not inte

Benevolence Positive Pedagogy. How beautiful are these words. How beautiful are these educational values, arent they? Well yes. it sounds sweet, it sounds ugly little clouds chased by the beautiful and warm sun it smells of field flowers and warm sand it just sings No, but really. I try. Fo

To the question:How do you keep up this pace? » usually I always answer :« you have to » Actually, I think I know. I hold this daily rhythm juggling between my job (self-employed – Editor’s note, my family expert digital communication agency ), my presence with my two children in the morning and i

Given that the school holidays this year have a tendency to fall a little badly, the simplest solution for this week was quickly found:direction the South. At Grandpas and Grandmas. As always you will tell me! Certainly. For kids. Except that I decided to accompany them to also spend some time with

Hello little nails! (I dreamed of Marc Toesca) At the beginning of the year, conducive to sincere/hypocritical/polite/usual wishes (cross out the useless mention), but also to reasoned/untenable/obligatory resolutions, I take my wireless mouse, but perfectly recharged after a break fruitful to wish

For our family holidays, we like to be cushy. The crowds very few for us, the crowded beaches, the traffic jams to reach them, ditto. If we can avoid meeting as many people as in the Paris metro the rest of the year, thats fine with us. This year, we wanted the mountains, the green, the possibility

Its strange this mixture of excitement, present at each return, anxiety (nf:little anxiety) , envy, driven by curiosity and depressed because we know that we will have to get back into the rhythm:schedules, obligations, fatigue, shopping... So here a few hours before the start of the new school yea

You put on your favorite jeans and the t-shirt you brought back from your end-of-primary school trip to Rome. As if to make a connection between the two establishments. You were stressed and curious at the same time. You had us adjust the straps of your too-new Eastpack bag that took the place of

I absolutely wanted to tell you about this little corner of paradise, discovered a little by chance 3 years ago. We went back there this summer, going up to Paris at the end of our family vacation. Its also a great idea for a weekend 2 hours from Paris. We will say that this post will give us a lit

More than a week after the start of the school year, some of you, those who FOLLOW, have asked me for news from the P’tit Grand and his office . We see who looks at my instagram indeed. For the news – which I therefore excuse – you have to remember that last year, I invested in a maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa