Yetis and Music, Walks and Other Smiles

Last week school was out for “All Saints Holidays” (strange name for school holidays in a country where showing religious signs in public spaces, especially in schools, isn’t allowed), and I had the occasion, to spend a whole day with just my daughter. When you are a big sister it isn’t all that easy to have some quality time with your mom, no your little brother will always be jealous, or there will be your dad or your mom’s work. 

I decided more or less out of the blue to take her to the cinema. She is 5 closing in on 6 and has never been to the cinema, and that when we live so close to 5/6 cinemas. 5 is the right age to start. I checked my phone to see what midday screening we could go to, and decided that Abominable looked quite good (okay I read a few reviews the days before, but sometimes the reviews of a film are nothing like what it is like). 

For the first time to go the pictures, Abominable was definitely a great choice. There was so much music and magic in that movie that I am sure at home on the small screen the film won’t have the same effect, you cannot sense the vibrations of music the way you do in the cinema or in a concert hall when in your living room. My daughter left the theatre with sparkles in her eyes, telling me that she wanted to go back to the cinema, to see the same film again. 

Since then a week has passed. A week in which my sister’s white “Build a Bear” teddy was turned into a yeti named “Everest”. In which the film was reenacted for my son, and both kids started humming, accompanied by the mistreated glockenspiel or some “music” coming from the guitar as if there was no tomorrow.

On Saturday we went on a nice end of break walk through the Marais to Rue Saint Anne, not that you need to know where that street is located. We stopped at a total of 3 playgrounds to make the napless afternoon more child-friendly. For some reason, one of the parks we went to was invisible to our eyes before we were parents and searching for a spot to eat our falafels. The whole time we were joined by Everest, he had to go on slides, check out the Lego store and even made it home. Because apparently in the very middle of Paris, in the Parc Nelson Mandela at Chatelet there is the home of Everest, the Himilayas.

The playground next to the giant frog with the crown has morphed into my daughter’s favourite playground, as it is the home of her yeti. 


This post is part of Nanopoblano (I promise, I’ll do my best to link to some amazing posts in the days to come) in which I am trying to participate in this year and it is also part of the weekly linkup #WeeklySmile hosted by Trent P. McDonald.

Nano Poblano 2019, here I am!

I still exist. And I want to be back in the world of blogging.

The thing is, that in the past blogging went from fun to a chore. Posting regualarly, replying to comments, returning visits, visiting blogs I want to visit… After my mother’s death and even more so after the birth of my second child, keeping up with blogging seemed downright impossible.

I cannot follow the rules that I thought I was meant to follow (those that made me anxious about blogging). I have to follow my own rules. Blogging is for me. If you enjoy what I write, then that is great. I will visit your blog if I have the time and energy to do so. I will engage with your comments if they are worth engaging with. I will write and post if I can.

So, now enough with the meaculpa. And off to a new chapter in blogging. I have so many stories to write. So many things to share.

And now I seem to have the time. At least I have the time today, I am writing this before November. November will be different…

For some time now, I have been pondering whether or not I should join NanoPoblano this year. After all, I participated in this month of blogging fun hosted by the lovely Ra in 2015. Blogging back then was a way for me to deal with the emotional stress, that I was going through.

My blog was launched when my daughter was slightly over a year old. Two months later, we found out that my mother had an advanced stage of cancer caused by HPV. I worked only a little, to spend time with my child and my mother, the idea of separation from either one of them felt wrong at the time.

I worked, but not much. In 3 months I worked as much as I do in half a month now. But I still needed out, some contact with the world. Blogging was amazing. I did not share my mother’s condition until after her funeral. But it was a valve permitting me to canalise the situation I was in. Thus now, with two kids and quite a lot of work blogging has fallen to the side. Finding time to write is the first challenge. Then the energy. The last months have been stressful and tiring, more on that this month. Now, when we finally come to a calm spot another storm brews on the horizon.

Have an amazing November, I hopet that you will stop by here and there, to check out what I have to share.

And if you are intrigued, here is the list of the other peppers.