04/08 3eme semaine bis/3rd week

Florence.... Quel personnage que tu fais!
Je t'ai chasse toute la semaine, maintenant que tu vadrouilles dans toute la maison. Je t'ai vu t'exclame a la fenetre, devant nos oleanders oscillant sous la brise, ou rigolante que tu es en pointant du doigt vers l'appareil photo.

Comme souvent, je t'ai aussi vu attentive, toute concentre a etudier n'importe quelle etiquettes qui te passent sous la main, ou a jouer avec de simple sacs plastiques. A croire que t'acheter des jouets ne sert a rien, puisque c'est peu de chose qui te donne le plus de joie.

De la joie, tu nous en donne chaque jour, et c'est a nous de sourire devant tes pas maladroits, tes exclamations et tes rires. Meme si parfois, ca n'est pas forcement drole de trimbaler un bebe avec tous l'attirail qu'il faut par definition, en contrepartie, c'est un plaisir de te connaitre, et il n'y a pas de doute que les 3 prochaines semaines a Flight Safety pour cette qualif vont etre longues sans toi, et tu vas beaucoup manque.

Florence is walking all day now. It's her new "thing" wherein she has given up all other pursuits right now to master this new, happily acquired skill. It is probably, outside of language, the singular skill she is happiest to master as it gives freedom, of movement, of choice, of spirit. In fact, she simply walks all day and night around the house, flapping her arms in excitement, happily singing to herself, walking here, walking there, often with no particular goal in mind except to enjoy the ride, as it were.

Often times she'll look down and watch her feet move as she walks, fascinating, not understanding the mechanics.

Happy, happy girl.

Richard will be heading out to training again, sadly. It sucks without him. Both Florence and I bemoan his absence on a regular basis.

Oh, and I'm tired. But the other wonderful thing of her learning to walk is she tires very easily these days. Often she'll walk 'til so late in the day that she starts to tumble and fall due to fatigue . Poor girl.

But oh how fascinating. And its oh so nice to see that she is, indeed, duly fascinated by this gift of life.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Florence! You're going to be one! HA! ONE! HAHAHAHAH! There's not a part of my body that doesn't secretly wish it were one again. (Especially my tushy. Babies have the greatest tushies!)

The end. OUT!