Just as we were going out, Granny arrived. So cool !
So Granny, Mummy & Daddy went for a long walk with my pushchair !

When we arrived home, Granny was waiting for us !
I had so much stuff to tell my Granny …

On the way home, I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time !

This morning we went to see Pascale the dentist.
Daddy might like Pascale, but seems to hate the dentist concept. Why?

Note for James ; Ask Daddy what does a dentist do.

I’ve finally got my pushchair garage !
Many many thanks to Dominique, the worker (the man  on the picture with Daddy  & me in front of my pushchair garage) and of course Mummy for calling Dominque every day to make sure the work would be done !

Mummy, Granny & Daddy have now no more excuses for not taking my pushchair out !

It’s now been a few days I try not to wake up Mummy & Daddy when my dummie falls out of my mouth.
But I don’t think it’s working … I wonder why …

At 8 weeks old I :

• Put my fingers in my mouth
• Hold my dummie with the back of my hand so it won’t fall
  
• Play little Indians
• Watch television ( but Mummy won’t let me ! )
  
• Try to have full lengh conversations of Areuuu
• Am less scared in the bath
  
• Smile at people
  
• Week 8 : Try to say “Hello” to my Granny
  
• Week 8 : Can sleep in my cot all night
• Week 8 : Play on my own when I wake up
  
• Week 8 : Exercise my legs and arms every morning
  
• Week 8: Drink from the larger size bottle (150ml)
  

Pépé Richard – who we are starting to call PAPY (cuz frankly it’s easier for me to pronounce) – dropped by for a surprise(*) visit today.
I got my first whistling lesson from Pépé Richard & Daddy, and then Pépé Richard gave me an excellent advice. Daddy : Listen to Pépé !!

(*) Well not exactly a surprise as Pépé Richard is sure to have told Mummy & Daddy that he was coming, but we (Mummy, Daddy & I) are sure he never told us he was coming – ANYWAY …

It’s now been a few days I’ve been hearing a lot about : “CRECHES”, “NOUNOUS” and Mummy going back to work in January.

I don’t have the faintest idea of what is a  “CRECHE” or a “NOUNOU” but all I know is that this morning Daddy took me to the Mairie and to lots of “CRECHES”.
Daddy told me to look poor/sad (*), cute & irresistible (**)!

Mummy promised me I would not have to be with a “NOUNOU”, as she has organized that Daddy (YES!) & Granny (YES! X2) take turns to stay with me, until I am old enough to go the bilingual “CRECHE” in the Marais with lots of British kids like me !

PERFECT ! cuz by the way Mummy was speaking about “NOUNOUS”,  I was starting to get really scared !

(*) POOR & SAD Face

(**) CUTE & IRRESISTIBLE Face

My mum went to see her boss today so Daddy had to take care of me.
We (Daddy  & me) decided to go visit the Flam folks.
Dad took only 1 picture of me & Lionel (boo hoo).
I think next time I’ll have to remind Daddy  to take more pictures 😉

To sleep or not to sleep …
To eat or not to eat …
To let them sleep or not  …

thoses are very good questions for my parents 😉

In the last few days I’ve been loving my 4:40am bottle …
but I think it’s killing Daddy 😉

Nice and cosy in the blanket sent by Cousin Linda Maria …

Our first family dinner party, and I was too cute to be true. No crying, I was perfect.
Marie-Anne & Thomas are expecting a little Rose or Cecile … so Mummy was showing all my cool stuff to Nametobedefined’s mum 😉

My cat Ganjayou loves to supervise everything I do : eating, getting changed, bathed, sleeping…
But all this supervision is very tiring.

Granny filming me and Daddy so Grand Mother Monique aka. Mouty can see her son (my Daddy) with me.

Mummy thinks I’m the coolest kid on the planet with my 2 passports.
Even my cat can’t believe it !

It’s thanks to my Granny’s perseverance and fighting power that my Mummy & I are British.
When Mummy was born only men could pass on the British citizenship. But Granny wrote to Margaret Thatcher – British Prime Minister at the time, to explain how much this was unfair and chauvinist.
A few months after sending her letter, Granny received a call from the British ambassador in Buenos Aires.
The ambassador told her that my Mummy’s and my Auntie Emma’s citizenship had been granted and that their passports were ready – and most important that it was very unusual and exceptional as it came directly from Home Office.

It’s only 27 years later, that Granny & Mummy understood the full extent of this event.

It has not only allowed Mummy to become British, but it has also guaranteed my citizenship too.

THANK YOU SO MUCH GRANNY !