Bean found his skateboard in one of the boxes this weekend :-)
Tag: The Peanut
That hair…
On the way to Morges.
Commute from hell
I took Bean to school by myself this morning. We get to the metro station to see a tsunami of people coming out of the station – apparently the metro was down from our station (the terminus) all the way to Bessieres, which is 3 stations away from the train station. That’s more than a third of the line down. They got a replacement bus going, but we were packed like sardines, 6 deep across the width of the bus. I have to give mad props to the Bean, he was a really good boy but it threw our schedule to hell. In the end, we made it on time (with a few minutes to spare) but it was rough.
I’m really worried about my bean. He walked into school with a look of pure incomprehension on his face. It’s all so new, and it’s all in French. I really worry that the language barrier will make what should be a really exciting experience into something that he doesn’t like. My head tells me that he’s resilient enough to cope. I mean, he’s handled nursery without a problem, and he’s been really good with the whole move, so this is just one more thing that he’ll get used to. As long as mummy and daddy tell him that everything is ok, he’ll just go with the flow and do his own thing. My heart breaks though, when I see him walking into school with a tentative wave and a look around to make sure I’m still there.
He’s having a “full” day of school today. He’s going to have lunch in Morges. The “problem” is that it’s not actually at the school. The kids that are signed into school lunches get picked up and go somewhere else where all the schools send the kids to lunch. He knows what’s going to happen, and his teacher is going to make sure that he gets picked up. Again though, it’s a language thing. I worry. I’m sure it’ll all be fine, and that other kids in similar situations have gone through the process without issue, but he’s my bean, and I love him to bits, and I worry.
[Child, if you ever end up reading this when you’re older and stalking my old blog archives, you give me grey hairs but I love you to bits.]
Current Mood:
Worried
Heading to school
It’s Beans first day at school today. Took us about an hour to get to Morges, but that’s going to be a lot shorter once we actually live there. The school is diddy, but that might not be a bad thing. He already has his coat peg and his seat, and the teacher seems like a nice lady (who speaks a bit of the Anglais). For all his bounciness at going to school, he was a bit subdued once things started. I’m still a bit worried about he language barrier, but all the parties are aware of it, and there will be support. Also, my coworkers daughter is in the same class and speaks English so he won’t be completely in the dark :-)
Bean on the bus
He was pointing at the board saying. “number 4, number 5, number 6, number bus…”
They see me rollin’, they hatin’
This is how the bean rolls in IKEA.
One of our two favourite Italian restaurants
We have found two Italian restaurants in town where, not only can I eat stuff, but where I can actually stuff myself silly on really good food! This one is a pizzeria where (gasp!) they don’t put garlic in the tomato sauce. I shared Katy’s bresaola, rocket and parmesan pizza today. Bean always charms the server dude that is always working on the days we happen to go by telling him in incredible detail what he wants to eat and how it needs to be cooked :-)
What do *you* want to be when you grow up?
Cause I don’t think it’ll be as kick-ass as Bean’s idea of being a pirate astronaut.
Birds! Birds! Birds!
These are just some of the two dozen sparrows vying for crisp crumbs at bean’s feet. Some were brave enough to fly up to your hands to take bits from your fingers.
Photography Bean
Besides being a shutterbug, he’s not actually half bad :-)